My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1157

Waldo's eyes turned red, his fists clenched tightly. "Don't I? Of course, I do! Recently, at least ten masters have died in their hands, and dozens of martial arts halls have closed because of them..."

His hands loosened as he sighed bitterly suddenly. Smiling wryly, Waldo said, "But the Freeman family has too many martial artists. They also have four Mystique Loyalty Realm powerhouses!"

Waldo guessed that Nash should also be a martial artist. However, considering his age and adeptness in medical skills, he did not think Nash was all that powerful.

Sensing Waldo's concerns, Nash simply said, "Since I've accepted your tea leaves, I'll handle this matter to the end." His calm tone carried full confidence.

Waldo looked at Nash again but found himself unable to see through him.

At this moment, a senior dressed in a traditional suit rushed in while exclaiming in amazement, "Master Giles, word is true. You aren’t dead..."

Waldo stood up with a smile and welcomed him with a gesture of respect. "Master Hagen.”

The old man sized Waldo up and then suddenly roared, "Watch this!" With that, he threw a punch toward Waldo's face.

Waldo raised his right hand to block the attack, then pulled back with a twist and unleashed the Flow Technique called 'Four Ounces to Move a Thousand'.

Henry Hagen leaned forward and attempted a left elbow strike, but Waldo blocked it. Following that, he launched a flurry of attacks akin to a storm.

Waldo calmly countered Henry's moves. Neither of them moved, so the living room remained undamaged.

After a five-minute stalemate, Waldo's seemingly gentle palms suddenly struck toward Henry's chest. The man did not dodge or evade, instead blocking with his forearms.

The floor tiles under Henry's feet shattered as he staggered back several steps.

With that, he gently raised his hand, and a soft force lifted Waldo.

The display shocked Waldo even more. This was not something ordinary inner energy could achieve. What was this existence?

Henry’s own pupils contracted from shock as he quickly made a gesture of respect toward Nash. “My greetings to you, Senior!”

Nash calmly replied, "There’s no need for formalities. My name is Nash Calcraft. Just call me Mr. Calcraft.”

In the Martial Arts Realm, respect was determined by strength. However, Nash did not like being called 'Senior'. After all, he was only 24 years old!

Waldo had recovered his senses by now. He introduced Henry. "Henry, this is Dr. Calcraft. It was his medical skills that saved me!”