Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 114

CHAPTER 107 PART 2

Marcus, who’d been standing perfectly still throughout this entire exchange, finally moved. He crouched beside Fujita Tooi’s corpse-still twitching weakly as poison completed its work-and plucked one of Cosmo’s silver needles from the assassin’s throat with casual precision.

“Interesting design,” Marcus observed, holding the needle up to examine it in the moonlight. “The Nine-Turn technique requires needles forged from mountain spring water at precisely 1,247 degrees. Yours are close- maybe 1,240-which is why you haven’t reached the ninth turn yet.”

He stood, still holding the needle, and looked directly at Cosmo. “Your master taught you this technique. Which means your master either studied under the same lineage I did, or-”

Marcus paused, his dragon senses detecting Cosmo’s heartbeat accelerating dramatically.

“-or your master IS from that lineage,” he finished quietly.

Cosmo’s hand trembled on her scimitar. “How do you know about my master? Who ARE you?”

“Someone who recognizes potential when I see it,” Marcus replied. “And someone who’s disappointed to see that potential wasted on bounty hunting when you should be-”

“Enough talk!” Vincent interrupted, his patience exhausted. “Steel, you’re outnumbered six to one. Surrender now, and we’ll make it quick.”

Marcus’s smile was cold and utterly without humor. He turned toward the ocean, drew his arm back, and flicked Cosmo’s needle with dragon-enhanced force.

The tiny projectile flew through the air like a bullet, striking the water a hundred yards offshore with a splash audible even at this distance. The impact created a crater in the ocean surface that glowed briefly with residual energy before collapsing back into normal waves.

“That,” Marcus said calmly, “is what the Nine-Turn Heavenly Spirit Needles look like when used correctly. Perfect control. Perfect power. No poison required.”

He turned back to face the six Shadow Warriors, his dragon aura beginning to manifest as barely visible crimson- gold energy crackling around his body.

“You want to kill me?” Marcus continued, his voice carrying that inhuman resonance that made survival instincts scream warnings. “Then stop posturing and attack. I have a wife waiting at home, and I’d rather not keep her worried all night.”

The Five Tigers exchanged glances, their earlier confidence wavering. That needle throw-the distance, the force, the precision-transcended normal human capability by orders of magnitude.

Cosmo stared at Marcus Steel with dawning realization that made her blood run cold and her heart race simultaneously.

That technique. That power. That casual mastery of skills that took decades to develop.

She’d seen it before. Three years ago. From a master who’d trained her in arts that made her legendary, then vanished before completing her education.

No, Cosmo thought desperately. It can’t be. He looks nothing like-the height is wrong-the face is different- everything is different-

But the power. The knowledge. The way he moved.

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It was all too familiar.

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And if Marcus Steel was who her instincts screamed he might be, then she and the Five Tigers had just made a catastrophic mistake.

Vincent “Apex” Taylor raised his hand, signaling his team to spread out into attack formation.

“Last chance, Steel,” Vincent said. “Surrender, or we end this now.”

Marcus’s dragon eyes blazed brighter, and his smile turned predatory.

“Then let’s see if the Five Tigers are as dangerous as their reputation suggests,” he said quietly.

The confrontation was set. Six professional killers against one man.

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