Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 115

CHAPTER 108 PART 1

Vincent “Apex” Taylor gestured toward Marcus with tactical authority, his scarred face carrying grim determination. “Cosmo, you saw what he just did. That needle throw transcended normal cultivation completely. This isn’t a target we can handle individually.”

“He’s right,” Derek added, his eyes never leaving Marcus’s glowing dragon aura. “We join forces now, split the bounty six ways, or we risk dying separately while others collect.”

James stepped closer to Cosmo, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “You’re the Empress. Legendary. But even legends bleed. Fighting him alone in unfamiliar territory with multiple hostile teams watching? That’s suicide, not bravery.”

Kyle and Brian formed up on either side, their coordinated positioning designed to box Cosmo into agreeing through subtle psychological pressure. The Five Tigers had perfected this technique over decades-isolate the target’s options, present cooperation as the only logical choice, execute before doubt could form.

“So what’s it going to be?” Vincent asked. “Are you with us, or—”

Cosmo’s scimitar flashed.

The blade carved through the air toward Vincent’s throat with lethal precision, forcing the Five Tigers leader to throw himself backward. The strike missed by centimeters, close enough that Vincent felt the displaced air against his skin.

“What the HELL?!” Derek’s weapon cleared its holster instantly, the entire team erupting into combat readiness.” Have you lost your mind?!”

“She’s choosing the target over us!” James snarled, his own blade drawn. “Stupid! Arrogant! Just like the rumors said!”

But Cosmo wasn’t listening to their protests. Her eyes remained locked on Marcus Steel-on the way he’d thrown that needle with perfect control, perfect power, movements that carried echoes of training she’d received years ago. Training from a master who’d vanished before completing her education.

The Nine-Turn Heavenly Spirit Needle. A technique so difficult that achieving even the seventh turn took decades of dedicated cultivation. She’d struggled for years, never quite mastering the final stages, forced to compensate with poison because her control wasn’t absolute.

And Marcus Steel had just demonstrated the ninth turn-the pinnacle-with casual ease that suggested he could do it blindfolded while half-asleep.

That’s not normal cultivation, Cosmo realized. That’s dragon-blessed precision. That’s the kind of power my master possessed before he disappeared.

“Attack formation!” Vincent barked, his earlier attempts at negotiation abandoned. “She made her choice! Take her down first, then the target!”

The Five Tigers moved with practiced coordination, spreading out to attack from multiple angles simultaneously. But they didn’t charge blindly-veteran assassins didn’t survive by being reckless,

Kyle pulled something from his tactical vest an iron umbrella, specially reinforced and designed specifically to counter needle-based weapons. He opened it with a sharp snap, creating a mobile shield that covered three of his teammates.

“Clever,” Cosmo admitted coldly. “You came prepared for me specifically.”

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“We don’t take contracts without proper research,” Vincent replied, circling left while James and Derek flanked right. “The legendary Empress and her signature needles? We’ve been studying your technique for weeks. That umbrella is steel-woven titanium composite. Your needles won’t penetrate it.”

They struck.

Brian’s knife carved toward Cosmo’s blind spot while Kyle advanced behind the umbrella shield, using it to negate her primary weapon. Derek’s gun barked once, twice-suppression fire designed to limit her movement options rather than kill outright.

Cosmo twisted with cultivation-enhanced grace, her scimitar deflecting Brian’s knife while her other hand launched silver needles at exposed targets. But Kyle’s umbrella intercepted the projectiles with metallic pings, and suddenly she was on the defensive against five experienced killers working in perfect coordination.

They’re good, she thought grimly. Veterans. This won’t be easy.

Then Marcus moved.

His dragon-enhanced speed made him blur across the dock. He crouched beside Fujita Tooi’s corpse, plucked another of Cosmo’s needles from the dead assassin, and straightened in less than a second.

“The problem with your technique,” Marcus said conversationally, examining the needle, “isn’t the poison. It’s the angle of release.”

His hand blurred. The needle flew-not toward the Five Tigers directly, but in a curving arc that exploited a blind spot in Kyle’s umbrella positioning. The projectile struck the reinforced fabric with dragon-infused force that punched straight through supposedly impenetrable titanium composite.

The needle buried itself in Kyle’s shoulder. He screamed, the umbrella falling from nerveless fingers.

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