My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 217

The long-haired young man swallowed his saliva and reluctantly stepped aside.

After that, Newi looked at Nash and said, “We’ll follow your suggestion.”

Hence, the Ihara Martial Arts School replaced their two stage five grandmasters with stage three grandmasters.

Nash continued, “The great-grandmaster from the Hero Martial Arts School has a limp. You need to bring someone with a similar physical disadvantage…”

Justin, sitting beside the Grand Chair, audibly gasped.

The audience remained silent.

The heirs and heiresses of the Five Elite Families were also dumbfounded.

Were matching martial ranks not enough?

Now physical disadvantages were also being considered?

The long-haired young man was at the end of his patience. “Grandpa, this guy is simply asking for trouble… Let me teach him a lesson…”

Slowly, Newi unsheathed the sword hanging by his waist.

Seeing this, Kai and Duncan immediately smirked.

As Nash was closely related to the Skyes and had a sworn brother like Phillix Xing, Green Bamboo Association killing Nash directly would only anger the Skyes and the warden of the Northern Territory.

Hence, the six Juggernauts thought of another way.

They had planned to target those around Nash.

If Nash made the first move, they would have an excuse.

Even if they killed Nash afterward, neither the Skyes nor the warden of the Northern Territory would have any objections.

Under these circumstances, it seemed like Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut was losing his patience.

Whether Hidden -Ghost Juggernaut would kill Nash and whether Green Bamboo Association would anger the Skyes and the warden of the Northern Territory had nothing to do with them.

They just wanted to see Nash die.

Simon, being a part of the Green Bamboo Association, noticed Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut’s intention to take action and frowned slightly.

He was wondering if he should go up and give him a reminder.

Suddenly, a sharp blade aura shot out, severing the right leg of the stage one great- grandmaster from the Ihára Martial Arts School at the knee.

Blood splattered across the arena.

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

The long-haired young man was stunned as his mind went blank.

What… What just happened?

Was his grandfather not supposed to kill that young man?

Why did he sever the leg of his own disciple?

In the middle of the arena, the one-legged great-grandmaster from the Ihara Martial Arts School stood firmly without any emotional change on his face.

His cold gaze filled with murderous intent.

“Sir… Can we start the duel now?”

Newi slowly lifted his gaze to Nash.

If Nash wanted fairness, he would give him fairness.

He believed his disciple would surely crush any opponent of the same rank.

“Go ahead!”

The ruthlessness displayed by Newi was beyond Nash’s imagination.

He had already helped the Hero Martial Arts School lower the difficulty of the first match. Whether they could win or not was up to fate.

“Begin!” Newi said lightly.

As he said this, the one-legged great-grandmaster lunged at the limping great-grandmaster.

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To Nash’s surprise, the limping great-grandmaster was constantly retreating under the attacks of the one-legged great-grandmaster.

Nash shook his head in disappointment. “He might have inner strength, but his martial foundation is weak. It’ll be hard for him to win!”

With a flushed face, Zakariah said, “This is my elder brother’s grandson, Kristian. He’s 32 years old. He had been running a martial arts school abroad, but he offended the local politicians and got shot in the leg. Hence, he’s been focusing on cultivating his internal strength.”

At the age of 32, reaching the rank of stage one great-grandmaster was a matter of pride for the Zabels.

They had hoped to showcase Kristian’s prowess today, but they had not expected the

formidable strength of the Ihara Martial Arts School.

Zakariah’s previous confidence and vigor were now gone.

Nash picked up his teacup and took a sip of hot tea, saying, “If he targets the opponent’s right leg, there might still be a glimmer of hope!”