127 Chapter 127–Shattering the Grandmaster’s Might
127 Chapter 127 – Shattering the Grandmaster’s Might
Caesar Nolan scrambled toward me, desperation etched into every line on his face. His earlier arrogance had completely vanished, replaced by naked terror as he clutched at my sleeve.
“Twenty percent!” he whispered frantically. “I’ll give you twenty percent of my family’s shares. Just… please don’t let him kill me.”
I kept my eyes fixed on Scarface, whose scarred visage twisted into a mocking smile at Caesar’s pathetic display. The businessman’s offer was generous–far more than I’d initially demanded–but money wasn’t my primary concern in this moment.
“Deal,” I said simply, gently removing Caesar’s grip from my arm and stepping forward. Scarface laughed, the sound echoing unnaturally around the room. “Look at you, acting like you have a choice in what happens next.” His voice dropped to a threatening growl. “Do you have any idea what a Grandmaster is capable of?”
I tilted my head, studying him. “I’ve fought a great Grandmaster before. I’m still here.”
A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he masked it with contempt. “Lies. If you’d faced a true Grandmaster, you’d be nothing but dust.”
The air crackled with tension as we circled each other. Caesar and his men had retreated to the farthest corners of the room, pressing themselves against the walls as if they could somehow melt into them.
“you had your chance to leave,” Scarface said. “Now you’ll die…
him.”
I didn’t respond, focusing instead on his movements, his breathing pattern, the subtle ways his energy flowed around him. Even with my newfound powers from the Water Dragon Cave, I knew this would be no easy fight.
“Nothing to say?” he taunted. “Has fear stolen your
your voice?”
I shrugged. “I’m just waiting for you to stop talking.”
His face darkened with rage. Without warning, he launched forward, his fist a blur as streaked toward my chest. The attack was probing, testing–still holding back much of his power.
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1 sidestepped, letting his fist graze past me, and countered with a light strike of my own–not to hurt him, but to gauge his defenses.
My knuckles met a wall of invisible energy an inch from his skin. Inner Strength protection, just as I’d expected. Strong, but not impenetrable.
Scarface grinned. “Not bad. You have some skill. He slowly circled me, his movements predatory. “Tell me, why waste your talents protecting trash like Caesar? Join me instead. The organization I represent has use for someone of your caliber.”
“Wlrat organization?” I asked, more to keep him talking than from genuine interest.
“One that’s existed in the shadows for centuries,” he replied, a hint of pride in his voice. “We control more than you can imagine. Money, resources, power beyond your wildest dreams.”
I kept my expression neutral as I continued to analyze his defenses. “And what would I
have to do to earn these… rewards?”
“Smart man, asking the right questions.” His scarred face lit up with excitement. “Simply pledge your loyalty. Your first task would be helping me eliminate Caesar, of
course.”
As he spoke, I noticed his Inner Strength protection momentarily fluctuating.
Interesting.
“And after that?” I prompted, moving slightly to maintain optimal distance.
“After that?” He spread his arms. “Wealth. Status. Access to cultivation resources so rare most people don’t even know they exist.” His voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “I could arrange for you to receive a hundred–year–old medicinal material I acquired recently. Something that would advance your cultivation by leaps and bounds.”
I raised my eyebrows, feigning interest. “That does sound tempting”
Hope flickered in his eyes. “Then you accept?”
For a moment, I let the silence stretch, as if genuinely considering his offer.
“No,” I finally said. “I don’t think I will.”
Rage contorted his features. “Fool! You’re throwing away the opportunity of a lifetime!”
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“Maybe,” I conceded. “But I prefer to choose my own path.”
With a roar of frustration, he attacked again–this time with genuine intent to kill. His fist created a vacuum tunnel in the air as it shot toward me, carrying enough force to shatter concrete.
Instead of dodging, I stepped directly into his attack, meeting his fist with my palm.
The impact generated a shockwave that blew out the windows and sent Caesar and his men tumbling across the floor. Dust rained from the ceiling as the entire building trembled.
When the dust settled, we stood locked in position–his fist against my palm. His eyes widened in disbelief when he realized I hadn’t moved an inch.
“Impossible,” he whispered.
I smiled slightly. “Is it?”
With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed back, sending him skidding across the floor.
He managed to keep his balance, but the shock on his face was unmistakable.
“How…” he started, then shook his head. “No matter. I was holding back.”
“So was 1,” I replied calmly.
His face twisted with fury. “Enough games!” He gathered his energy, his aura expanding until it filled the room like a suffocating blanket. “Die!”
He launched a flurry of attacks, each one faster and more powerful than the last. His movements blurred as he struck from multiple angles, trying to overwhelm me with sheer speed and force.
I met each attack with precise counters, never wasting motion. Where he was a storm of rage and power, I was water–flowing around his strikes, redirecting his energy, finding the gaps in his assault.
When an opening appeared, I struck–a single palm strike to his chest that sent him crashing into the wall. Concrete cracked from the impact as he slumped momentarily before regaining his footing,
Blood trickled from the corner of as he stared at me with newfound
s mout
wariness. “You… you’re not an ordinary cultivator.”
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“No, I agreed. “I’m not.”
He wiped the blood with the back of his hand, his eyes suddenly calculating. “Let’s start over. My organization could use someone of your caliber. Name your price- anything.”
I shook my head. “Not interested.”
“Don’t be hasty,” he urged. “Think about what I’m offering! Power, wealth, secrets of cultivation most never discover!”
“I’ve made my decision,” I said firmly. “And you’ve made yours. Let’s finish this.”
With a snarl of frustration, he charged again, pouring everything he had into his attack. The air around his fists glowed with concentrated energy as he unleashed a devastating combination.
This time, I didn’t just defend–1 countered every strike with one of my own. For each blow he threw, I landed two in return, my movements too fast for him to track.
“How are you doing this?” he gasped as my fist connected with his ribs. “I’m a Grandmaster!”
“And I’m Liam Knight,” I replied simply, landing another strike to his shoulder. Despite the beating he was taking, Scarface remained confident. “My Inner Strength protection makes me invulnerable! You can’t hurt me!”
I studied him for a moment, then nodded. “Let’s test that theory.”
Drawing on the techniques I’d mastered in the Water Dragon Cave, I concentrated my energy into my fist. When I struck this time, it wasn’t just physical force–it was energy that penetrated barriers, that sought out weaknesses and exploited them.
My fist connected with his chest, and I felt his Inner Strength protection shatter like glass. His eyes widened in shock and pain as my energy tore through his defenses.
“Impossible!” he gasped, staggering backward. “No one can break-”
I didn’t let him finish. My next punch struck his unprotected chest with devastating force. I felt ribs crack beneath my knuckles as he was lifted off his feet and throw.. across the room.
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He hit the floor hard, blood spraying from his mouth. His eyes, wide with disbelief, stared up at me as I approached.
“You… you can’t be human,” he wheezed, blood bubbling between his lips. His chest was crushed inward where my fist had connected.
I looked down at him, feeling nothing but a cold determination. “I am human. Just not the kind you’re used to dealing with”
He tried to speak again, but only managed a gurgling cough. His eyes were glazing over as his life ebbed away.
“How… how is this possible…” he gasped with his final breath, the light fading from his eyes as the realization of his defeat consumed his final moments.
I stood over his body, the room eerily silent except for the ragged breathing of Caesar and his men. The threat was eliminated, but as I turned to face the others, I knew this was just the beginning.
Caesar stared at me with a mixture of awe and terror, finally understanding exactly what kind of man he’d made a deal with.
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