Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 57

57 Chapter 57 – A Rival’s Plea

Lucas lunged at me, his movements fluid and precise. I sidestepped with minimal effort, watching his expression shift from confidence to confusion as his fist met. empty air.

“Stand still and fight like a man!” he snarled, pivoting to face me again.

I remained silent, analyzing his technique. Despite his boasting, his movements revealed standard Inner Strength training–nothing special. When he charged again, I caught his wrist mid–punch, applying just enough pressure to make him wince.

“Is this what passes for expertise in your circles?” I asked quietly.

His face contorted with rage as he tried to break free. I released him suddenly, causing him to stumble backward. The room had fallen silent, all eyes fixed on our

confrontation.

“Lucas, what are you doing? Finish him!” Nora screeched from the sidelines, her voice shrill with impatience.

Lucas gathered himself, a dangerous gleam entering his eyes. He adopted a more formal stance the Eight Trigrams formation, if I wasn’t mistaken. A respectable technique, but predictable.

“You’ll regret humiliating me,” he growled, channeling his Inner Strength. The air around his fists shimmered slightly–a sign of concentrated energy.

When he attacked this time, it was with genuine power. His strikes came in rapid. succession, each aimed at critical pressure points. For an ordinary opponent, it would have been devastating.

I deflected each blow with minimal movement, not even bothering to counterattack. Let him exhaust himself. Let them all see the gap between us.

After thirty seconds of futile attacks, Lucas was breathing heavily. Sweat beaded on his forehead as frustration and disbelief warred on his face.

“Impossible,” he muttered. How are you-”

“Enough games,” I said, my patience wearing thin. “You wanted me to kneel? Let me

show you how it’s done.”

I moved, really moved, for the first time–a simple palm strike that connected with his chest. The impact sent him skidding backward until he crashed into the dining table, sending dishes clattering to the floor. Before he could recover, I was beside him, applying pressure to a specific point on his neck.

Lucas’s legs buckled instantly. He dropped to his knees, eyes wide with shock and pain.

“As you can see, I announced to the stunned room, “kneeling isn’t so difficult.” “What did you do to him?” Declan demanded, finally finding his voice.

“Nothing permanent,” I replied. “He’ll regain feeling in his legs in about twenty

minutes.”

Nora rushed to Lucas’s side, her earlier confidence evaporating. “Father, do something! He attacked Lucas!”

Declan’s face had drained of color. He looked at me with new eyes–wary, calculating. “Mr. Knight, there seems to have been a misunderstanding. Perhaps we can discuss

“There’s nothing to discuss,” I cut him off. “Your daughter made her wishes clear. Unfortunately for her, reality doesn’t bend to the whims of spoiled children.”

I turned to leave, gesturing for Alaric to follow. This time, no one tried to stop us. “This isn’t over!” Nora called after us, her voice trembling with rage and fear. “The Donovan family has powerful friends. You’ll regret this!”

I didn’t bother responding. Empty threats from empty people.

Outside, the cool evening air was a welcome relief from the tension–filled room. Alaric walked beside me in silence for several blocks before speaking.

“Thank you,” he said finally. “For not killing him.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Did you think I would?”

“I’ve seen what you’re capable of,” he replied simply. “And Lucas would have deserved it for his arrogance.”

I nodded, acknowledging his point. “Death would have been too simple. This way, he’ll

remember his humiliation every time he sees Nora. A more fitting punishment, don’t you think?”

Alaric’s laugh was short but genuine. “You’re a cruel man, Liam Knight

“Only to those who deserve it,” I replied. “Speaking of which, what are your plans now? Leaving the Donovan school is a significant step?

His expression sobered. “I don’t know. Eight years of my life, gone in an instant.”

“Not gone,” I corrected. “The skills you learned remain yours. As for what’s next… I paused, considering. “If you’re interested, I could teach you a thing or two about proper cultivation.”

Alaric stopped walking, staring at me with disbelief. “You would take me as your student?”

“You showed integrity back there,” I said. “That’s rarer than talent. Meet me tomorrow at dawn by the lak

if you’re interested.”

The gratitude in his eyes was almost uncomfortable. I wasn’t accustomed to being looked at with such reverence. Before he could respond, we were interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.

A middle–aged man was approaching, dressed in the formal robes of a martial arts school master. His expression was a mixture of determination and anxiety.

“Mr. Knight!” he called. “Please, a moment of your time!”

I tensed, ready for another confrontation, but the man’s posture was deferential rather than aggressive.

“I am Marcus Valerius, head of the Valerius Martial Arts School; he introduced himself with a deep bow. “I’ve been hoping to meet you.”

“How did you find me?” I asked, automatically scanning our surroundings for potential threats.

“Word travels quickly in Havenwood,” he replied. “Especially when someone humiliates Lucas Rhodes in front of the Donovan family.”

I sighed. Of course the story would spread.

“What do you want?”

Marcus reached into his robes and produced a small, ornate box. When he opened it, the unmistakable aroma of high–quality ginseng filled the air–far superior to the one Declan had reclaimed.

“A gift,” he said, offering the box. “And a request.”

I made no move to accept. “I don’t take gifts from strangers.”

“Of course, of course,” he said hurriedly. “Allow me to explain. My school and the Donovan school have been rivals for generations. Next week, there’s an annual

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