The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 1502: All That Fuss for This?

"Bank Austin’s disciple? That’s quite the high rank!"

"The former Sect Master of the White Crane Immortal Sect had an accident, and the current Sect Master can only be considered a disciple of Bank Austin’s disciple’s disciple. Carson Flores, on the other hand, is of the Supreme Elder generation. Heh..."

"Heavenly Sword Bank Austin! How impressive!"

"Archie Cooke has really hit a brick wall this time."

"Even though Carson Flores just acquired the Heavenly Sword Inheritance, he likely hasn’t reached a terrifying level of strength yet. But Archie Cooke definitely wouldn’t dare go too far. If he really killed Carson Flores, the White Crane Immortal Sect would absolutely flip out..."

Archie Cooke was stunned.

He never could have imagined that Carson Flores was Bank Austin’s disciple, especially since Bank Austin was a legend in the Thunder Immortal Realm!

Regardless of Carson Flores’s true strength, his identity was clearly a significant headache!

Fortunately, the Twin Dragon Sect wasn’t weak, so they didn’t have to completely shy away from trouble. Archie Cooke sneered coldly, "A life-and-death duel? If I kill you, the White Crane Immortal Sect wouldn’t let it slide. You’re so sure I wouldn’t dare kill you—that’s why you’re being so arrogant, huh?"

Carson Flores chuckled lightly, "Before everyone here, you and I both willingly consent to a duel. It has nothing to do with our Sects. Whoever dies will accept their fate—how could the Sect hold a grudge?"

"You’re the Twin Dragon Sect Master’s Direct Disciple, aren’t you? Look at me—I have no fear. As long as you’re willing to accept my challenge in front of everyone here, I’ll definitely dare to kill you."

Archie Cooke felt as though Carson Flores’s words had cornered him, leaving him with no way out.

He couldn’t ascertain Carson Flores’s true strength, nor could he guarantee whether Carson Flores genuinely had the guts to kill him. That’s why he couldn’t afford to gamble.

Entrusting his life to an unreliable bet—it wasn’t a risk he had the courage to take!

The peculiar gazes of the crowd pricked his skin like needles, making him increasingly uncomfortable. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Although you say that, no matter whether it’s me killing you or you killing me, it would very likely lead to enmity and conflict between the Twin Dragon Sect and the White Crane Immortal Sect. We have no deep-seated grudge—why act so recklessly?"

Before Carson Flores could respond, Archie Cooke quickly proposed, "How about this: let’s have a duel to determine superiority without angering anyone or creating trouble for our Sects. What do you think?"

Carson Flores didn’t dwell on the topic of a life-and-death duel. He replied decisively, "Alright."

Archie Cooke saw how readily Carson Flores agreed, and his heart sank.

The other party was clearly fearless!

Could he have absolute confidence in victory?

Did he not take Archie Cooke seriously at all?

But since Archie had made the suggestion and Carson Flores had agreed, backing out was no longer an option. He scowled and leapt into the air, saying, "This place isn’t suitable. Let’s move to the outskirts of the city!"

"Fine!"

Carson Flores agreed readily, immediately following Archie Cooke as they soared out of the market and headed toward the outskirts of the city.

Many onlookers who had witnessed the argument between Carson Flores and Archie Cooke took to the skies, following them out of the city.

A disciple of Bank Austin versus the Sect Master’s Direct Disciple from the Twin Dragon Sect—how could anyone miss this battle?

A hundred miles west of the city, on a desolate plain, the two hovered in the air, facing each other.

Archie Cooke muttered gravely, "Since we’re fighting, shouldn’t there be stakes involved?"

Carson Flores replied flatly, "You’ve got your eye on my Pure Yang Wood, haven’t you? You just won’t let it go."

Archie Cooke retorted coldly, "Taking a step back would resolve everything—you don’t understand that principle?"

Carson Flores laughed heartily, "No, I don’t understand. All I know is the more I endure, the angrier I get; the more I retreat, the bigger the loss feels!"

The crowd burst into laughter, causing Archie Cooke to choke on his words.

That... actually made a lot of sense!

Archie Cooke said grimly, "If you lose, the Pure Yang Wood will go to me. If I lose, you’ll get ten thousand Immortal Spirit Stones."

Carson Flores chuckled, "Wasn’t it originally a hundred thousand? Why the discount?"

Archie Cooke snorted coldly, "Previously, I invited you to refine pills. Now, since it’s your idea to fight, naturally the stakes should be fairer."

"Alright!"

Carson Flores nodded casually, "Let’s get started. I don’t have much time—don’t waste it."

Archie Cooke gritted his teeth and unleashed his magical treasure—a Nine Section Gold Whip—which expanded impressively in the wind, radiating golden light as it charged toward Carson Flores with formidable force.

Carson Flores eyed the shimmering whip and then glanced at the golden glow enveloping Archie Cooke, his expression revealing faint disdain.

Is that all?

When Immortals deploy cultivation techniques, the most noticeable sign is the appearance of golden light—a manifestation of Immortal Spirit Qi. However, the phenomenon varies significantly depending on the Immortal’s Realm.

The weaker the cultivation realm, the smaller the scope of the gold light; the stronger, the wider its range.

Carson Flores had initially assumed that, as a Sect Master’s disciple, Archie Cooke must at least have Earth Immortal Realm strength. Carson had even mentally prepared himself to face someone in the True Immortal Realm. But after all this fuss, it turned out Archie Cooke’s golden light didn’t extend beyond three feet from his body, which suggested he was at best Late Human Immortal Realm.

No wonder this guy was so terrified at the mention of a life-and-death duel, trying every possible way to avoid it.

Carson Flores didn’t even bother to reveal his magical treasure; he simply stood there quietly, watching as the Nine Section Gold Whip came crashing toward him.

Just as the whip was about to hit him, Carson Flores lifted his fist, seemingly casually, and punched forward.

The fist collided directly with the Nine Section Gold Whip, producing a deafening metallic clash.

The air shattered, and Immortal Spirit Qi surged in all directions.

The onlookers widened their eyes in shock.

Did that just happen?