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My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1165
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Chapter 1165

Growing up in the Cosmos Martial Arts Hall, Wendy naturally grew to

admire strong individuals. A person who could defeat a grandmaster

with a single slap was her dream man.

Atlas glanced at Wendy and said, “My master is 10,000 times more

powerful than me. Do you still dare to underestimate him?”

Such trivial matters were beneath the notice of someone like his

master.

“Oh, is your master really that powerful? You're all so handsome!”

Wendy stared at Atlas, her face flushing. She was completely oblivious to the meaning behind his words.

“You're young and lack martial ethics! You attacked an 80-year-old man!” Morter struggled to his feet, surprised

by the speed of this

seemingly inexperienced youngster. Hindered by the Kennedys’ status

in Capiton, he dared not use his full strength.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood and three broken teeth, he

indignantly declared, “You little brat, | was careless just now. But |

won't go easy on you now!”

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Behind him, Benjamin’s hands clenched slightly. He could tell that Morter did not use his full strength.

Nevertheless, a grandmaster should not have been hit by a youth in his 20s, even when they were holding back.

“Kid, take this!” Morter clenched his fist and charged at Atlas with burst of wind under his feet. His speed was

astonishing as his aura

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as a grandmaster was fully unleashed.

Just when he reached Atlas, however, he went flying back tens of

meters.

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Benjamin was shocked. How could an ordinary person possess such

immense strength? This young man had to be a martial artist. Moreover, his strength was at least above that of

a stage eight grandmaster. He was possibly even a great-grandmaster.

Could the heritage of Capiton’s major families be so terrifying that they were able to cultivate a 20-year-old

grandmaster?

“Atlas is amazing!”

The Martial Arts Association members burned with enthusiasm. The

Freeman Martial Alliance had been suppressing them for too long,, and today, Atlas defeated a grandmaster from

the very salliance

with a slap. This pleased them greatly.

Robert and the other hall leaders inhaled sharply. Their gaze on

burned. If they could recruit such a monster into their martial arts

hall...

Robert looked at Waldo in a reproachful manner and said, “Master Giles, you've underestimated the young man.

Why didn’t you arrange

for him to sit with us?”

Waldo was embarrassed. “Mr. Atlas is Mr. Calcraft’s nephew. He \prefers not to sit with us.”

Robert smiled bitterly. “No wonder he’s so powerful at such a your age. It turns out he’s Mr. Calcraft’s nephew.

Mr. Calcraft, may | ask you'd allow your nephew to join the Martial Arts Association?”

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He asked after mustering his courage. He was prepared to get

slapped for saying such a thing. He was wracked with nerves.

“Exceptional individuals should not be confined to ordinary

circumstances.” Nash calmly picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Robert nodded. “Indeed. With Mr. Atlas’ talent, he needs a bigger

stage. | can recommend him to the Capiton Martial Arts Association!”

Nash almost spat out his tea.

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Atlas was from Clear Dew Court, which was already considered a sect

force. A sect was much larger than that of an association. Letting

Atlas join the Martial Arts Association would only limit his future.

On the other hand, Benjamin's expression was dark as he said, “For

you to achieve grandmaster-level strength at such a young age

shows that you have great martial talent.

“If you join the Freeman Martial Alliance, I'll have the leader mak

deputy leader, which comes with an annual salary of 300 million!”

All the hall masters’ eyes turned red. They started their institutions to

accept students and arrange for martial artists to work as

bodyguards. They only earned about ten million a year.

300 million would be enough for them to live out the next 30 years.

Fortunately, they were not people who were blinded by money. They

still had principles they held onto.

Atlas put his hands in his pockets, a hint of playfulness gracing th

corners of his mouth. “300 million, huh?”

The crowd inhaled sharply.