Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1703
Vachon couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, but his discovery wiped the smile off his face.
Quell frowned as she studied Emmanuel, who appeared slightly disheveled, and inquired, “Were you fighting someone earlier?”
Emmanuel nodded in affirmation.
She coldly stated, “Whatever. Don’t look for any excuses if you lose later.”
He chuckled and nodded in agreement.
“Let’s start right now.”
Quell strode to the center of the arena without removing her cloak. The rest of her companions made way for her.
After taking a deep breath, Emmanuel joined her at the center.
He sensed the formidable energy emanating from her, foreshadowing the tough battle ahead.
She made the first move before he could strike. She closed her fingers, manipulating the snow to her will, and struck it at
Emmanuel like a sword.
He dodged in surprise.
The fighters on the Dark Night Islands are extraordinary! TriSec is a fire elementalist and she can control snow. How is it even
possible?
She continued to attack him, showcasing a skill as remarkable as Yosef’s.
Quell reminded him of Wyatt.
Although one excelled in wielding a weapon while another mastered the martial arts, Emmanuel could sense their fighting styles
came from the same origin.
Strange. I doubt a Lannister will hang around here.
After approximately ten exchanges, he sustained two new injuries.

He struggled due to unfamiliarity with her combat‘ style and his physical limitations from prior injuries. His body ached
everywhere. The pain slowed him down in dodging her attack even though he anticipated her moves.
Vachon huffed. “He’s acting strange. I don’t think that’s all he got.”
TriSec shared his opinion. Crossing his arms, he remarked, “In that case, she’ll beat him in less than three seconds.”
“Emmanuel!”
“Quell!”
At that moment, a new group arrived at the scene.
Ironskull couldn’t help but/intercede for Emmanuel upon witnessing the wounds caused by her moves. “Have mercy, Quell! He
just saved us from—”
“Silence!”
To his surprise, it was Emmanuel who cut him off.
Emmanuel wanted nothing but to compete for the position fair and square, just like Quell hoped for. What would it make me if I
defeated her because she preserves her true power?
“I see.” She sneered. “Your false benevolence and righteousness won’t earn you a place on the Dark Night Islands. A man like
you is unfit to lead us.”
She barely refrained from showing her disdain and contempt.
In such a cutthroat environment, kindness and morality held no value. Only power and strength reigned supreme.
“I know the rules, so just give it your all! Don’t look for any excuses if you lose later.” He provoked her on purpose.
A cruel smile graced her lips. “Then, I shall kill you to prove my worth as the true leader.”
She put her hands in the air. The snow fell faster as she summoned it upon Emmanuel.
The dense snow surrounded him.

The onlookers couldn’t tear their gaze away, knowing the next move could determine the new leader of Black Wolf.
Even Vachon believed Emmanuel was in grave danger.-
Some other fighters could turn a mere leaf into a deadly weapon, while Quell was capable of using the blizzard to her advantage.
A mere snowflake could pierce her opponents‘ skin and seep through their veins to freeze and immobilize them.
It’s a heavy snowfall. He has nowhere to hide.
Nobody expected him to close his eyes.
Since his vision was limited, he opted to rely on his instincts to evade danger.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The first three snowflakes missed their mark, followed by thirty more, all failing to hit their target.
The sight shocked the audience.
Even Quell was astonished. How did he do that? He moves with such grace and agility, effortlessly dodging my attacks.
Boom!
Emmanuel suddenly opened his eyes. Though he made no sound, she felt a roar echoing through her head as she thought,
What the hell is he made of?
He moved stealthily like a phantom. She found it impossible to land a single blow.