Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 154

154 Chapter 154 – Golden Fury Against the Grandmaster

Killian’s fist slammed into my chest with earth–shattering force. The impact sent me flying backward, crashing through an abandoned market stall before my body finally skidded to a halt against a stone wall. Pain exploded through my ribcage, and for a terrifying moment, I couldn’t breathe.

*That punch should have killed me outright.*

Only the layer of spiritual energy I’d managed to condense at the last second had saved my life. Even so, I tasted blood in my mouth as I struggled to my feet, my legs trembling beneath me.

Across the market, Killian stood with an expression of mild surprise. “Interesting. Your defenses are better than I expected.”

I spat blood onto the cobblestones. “Glad I could entertain you.”

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My mind raced as I assessed my situation. This man was leagues beyond me–a true Grandmaster against my Inner Strength Master level. The gap between us was like comparing a tiger to a house cat.

“You know,” Killian said conversationally as he began walking toward me, “I was going to make this quick. A single lethal blow.” He flexed his fingers. “But now I’m curious about your potential. Perhaps I should take my time.”

I straightened my stance, ignoring the stabbing pain in my ribs. “You’ll find I’m full of surprises.”

“So I see.” His eyes narrowed. “A waste of talent, though. Had you not crossed certain people, you might have had a promising future.”

A small crowd had begun to gather at the edges of the market, maintaining a safe distance. I could hear their whispers.

“That’s Killian Moreau!”

“The Blood Hunter…”

“That young man is dead. No one survives Killian…”

Killian’s gaze flicked toward them momentarily. “It seems my reputation precedes me.

154 Chapter 154–Golden Fury Against the Grandmaster.

You should feel honored, boy. Most of my targets don’t warrant a personal visit.

I took a deep breath, centering myself. “We don’t have to do this. Whatever Desmond’s paying you, I can match it.”

His laughter echoed through the market. “You think this is about money? Some clients pay in currency far more valuable than gold.” He shook his head. “Besides, I never leave a job unfinished. It’s bad for business.”

“Then let’s finish it,” I said, my voice low and determined.

Killian’s smile vanished. “As you wish.”

He lunged forward with blinding speed, his right fist glowing with concentrated power. This time, I was ready. I dodged to the side, but Killian pivoted instantly, his left hand catching me in the shoulder.

The blow sent me spinning, and I barely managed to roll with the force to avoid another crushing impact. Even deflected, his strike felt like being hit by a battering

ram.

“You’re quick,” he said, “but quickness won’t save you.”

He pressed forward relentlessly. Each attack came faster than the last, forcing me into a desperate defense. I couldn’t match him in power or speed, so I focused on evasion, looking for any opening.

After a particularly vicious combination, I stumbled backward, my breathing ragged. Killian paused, watching me with predatory patience.

“Had enough?” he asked.

I wiped blood from my lip. “Just getting warmed up.”

His eyes hardened. “Your stubbornness is becoming irritating.” He raised his hand, energy swirling around it with such intensity that the air itself seemed to warp. “I’ll end this now.”

The attack that followed was devastating. His fist crashed through my spiritual defense as if it were tissue paper, connecting with my chest. I heard rather than fe my ribs crack as I was hurled backward again, this time smashing through a brick wall before collapsing in a heap of rubble.

154 Chapter 154 – Golden Fury Against the Grandmaster

*I can’t win this fight conventionally.*

Pain clouded my vision as I struggled to stand. My body wanted to surrender, but I forced myself up, one trembling limb at a time.

“You should stay down,” Killian called. “I admire your résilience, but this outcome is inevitable.”

I spat out more blood. “Then why… delay it?”

A hint of respect flickered in his eyes. “Very well.”

He charged forward again, but this time, I didn’t try to meet his attack head–on. Instead, I retreated, drawing him deeper into the narrow alley behind the market. His punches demolished walls around me as I barely managed to stay ahead of his onslaught.

Finally, I turned and planted my feet. Killian’s eyes gleamed with victory as he launched what he clearly intended to be the finishing blow.

But this time, something was different.

I concentrated every ounce of my spiritual energy into my right hand, condensing it to its most potent form. The technique I’d been refining for weeks–compressing power into its purest state.

As Killian’s fist approached, I met it not with defense but with my own strike. Our fists connected in an explosion of energy that sent shockwaves through the alley.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then Killian’s expression shifted from confidence to shock. A sickening crack echoed through the alley–not from my body, but from his wrist.

He staggered backward, staring at his shattered wrist in disbelief. “Impossible!”

I didn’t waste the opportunity. Channeling my remaining energy, I pressed forward, landing a solid blow to his sternum that sent him stumbling back several steps.

Rage contorted Killian’s features. “You dare?!” He switched to his left hand, the around it shimmering with deadly intent. “No Inner Strength Master breaks Killian Moreau’s bones and lives!”

His left fist glowed with terrifying power–his trump card, saved for only the most

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