My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1293

Bastien was confused. He thought, ‘This guy must be clueless about how famous I am in Brightonia, right? Forget it, I can’t be bothered with him now. My target is that young man.'

He stared at Nash and shouted, "Boy, do you dare to fight me?"

"Shut up!"

Nash grabbed the air.

Bastien felt his whole body tighten. Before he could even open his mouth to beg for mercy, all his bones were crushed. He was bleeding from all his orifices. His body went limp, and he fell to the ground in a pile.

The scene fell into deathly silence again. All the mocking experts were dumbfounded.

Bastien, who was so high-spirited one second ago, was now a pile of skin and flesh on the ground.

This was an expert at the peak of the Profound Reality Realm. Did he become like this from a hundred meters away?

Mystique Loyalty Realm! The young man must be a Mystique Loyalty Realm expert.

Everyone’s mouths turned dry. They no longer dared to show any disrespect to Nash.

Nash was not brainless to provoke the Southern Martial Alliance. He did it because he was confident in his strength as a Mystique Loyalty realm expert.

On the stage, Bobby had his hands behind his back. His eyes were burning as he enunciated every word in his question. "Nash, how dare you go against the National Martial Bureau? Are you planning to rebel?"

At the same time, he was crushing Nash with a mighty pressure as he spoke.

"Rebel?" Nash snorted coldly. He met Bobby's aura with a stormy might. "Should I ask you this instead?"

There was a roar in the air.

Bobby took three steps back, but Nash remained motionless.

Bobby stared at Nash in disbelief as if he were struck by lightning. He thought, ‘It's only been more than a month. How did this kid become so many times more powerful? Did he train while eating magical pills?’

Nash continued to speak to everyone present, "Before the Southern Martial Alliance was established, there was the Freeman Martial Alliance in Xanthalos.

It was the surveillance footage and audio recording of the chat between Benjamin Freeman, the deputy leader of Freeman Martial Alliance, and his subordinates.

"Sir, what if those bastards from the Martial Arts Association don't agree to join us?"

"Hmph, what else can we do? We'll beat them til the brink of death, beat the fear into them, and beat them until they submit!"

The scene switched to the Freemans' martial artists tearing down a martial arts hall.

"Damn it, didn't you agree that you were done?" The owner of a certain martial arts hall roared with anger as he held an unconscious young man who had been beaten until unrecognizable.

The Freemans' martial artists said arrogantly, "Martial arts are for killing. If you want to keep fit, you might as well do aerobics!"

His last sentence was as arrogant as ever. "I advise you to understand the current situation and accept it. Joining the Freeman Martial Alliance is your only way out. Those who follow us will prosper, and those who go against us will perish..."

With that, the man who spoke turned around and led his men away.