Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 44

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The pile of cash on the bar kept growing as challenger after challenger fell to Marcus Steel’s impossible endurance. Word spread through Black Wind like wildfire-there was a man at the main bar who’d already defeated eight opponents, downed over two hundred shots combined, and showed absolutely no signs of intoxication.

“I’ll take him!” A muscular man in a leather jacket pushed forward, confidence oozing from every pore. “Nobody drinks that much without feeling it. He’s got to be close to his limit!”

Five minutes later, the muscular man was being carried out by his friends, completely unconscious after fifteen shots while Marcus casually drained his thirtieth.

“This is impossible,” someone whispered in the crowd. “He’s got to be using some kind of cultivation technique. Maybe a liver enhancement method?”

“Or he’s just inhuman,” another voice suggested nervously.

The mountain of money had grown to nearly fifty thousand dollars now-each challenger adding their own stakes to the pot. And with each victory, Marcus’s reputation spread further through Black Wind’s interconnected floors and private rooms.

Eventually, the disturbance reached the upper management.

Sonny Ridge descended from the VIP section like a king addressing peasants. He was in his early thirties, dressed in an expensive suit that screamed Three Blade Group money, his neck covered in tattoos that marked his rank. Deputy manager of the local branch, Sonny ran Black Wind’s day-to-day operations and wasn’t used to anyone challenging his authority in his own establishment.

“What’s going on here?” Sonny’s voice carried across the bar, making conversations stop. His men-six enforcers with matching Three Blade tattoos-flanked him like a honor guard.

“This guy’s been hustling people all night,” someone in the crowd explained. “Won like fifty grand off drinking contests.”

Sonny’s eyes found Marcus, and their gazes locked. For a moment—just a brief instant-Sonny felt something that made his blood run cold. This wasn’t just confidence in Marcus’s eyes. It was absolute certainty. Power that didn’t need to announce itself because it was so far beyond question that even acknowledging challenges seemed beneath it.

Dragon aura, barely concealed, making Sonny’s cultivator instincts/scream warnings.

“You’re Marcus Steel,” Sonny said, recovering his composure. “I’ve heard about you. Caused some trouble at Azure Pierce earlier tonight.”

“If defending myself from a coordinated attack counts as causing trouble,” Marcus replied calmly, “then yes.”

“The men you put in the hospital work for us,” Sonny continued, stepping closer. “The Three Blade Group doesn’t appreciate outsiders hurting our people.”

“Then the Three Blade Group should teach its people better judgment,” Marcus said. “Don’t accept contracts on people you don’t understand.”

The insult was subtle but unmistakable. Sonny’s jaw clenched.

“Tell you what,” Marcus continued, gesturing to the money on the bar. “Let’s settle this properly. You and me. One million dollars on the next round. If you win, you get the million plus whatever’s already here. If I win, I walk

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out with everything and your people leave me alone.”

The crowd gasped. One million dollars. That was real money, even for Black Wind’s elite clientele.

Sonny’s pride wouldn’t let him back down-not in front of his men, not in his own bar. “You’re on.”

Marcus pulled out his phone, made a quick transfer, and showed the confirmation to the bartender. “One million. Hold it as stakes.”

Aaron Jackson, watching from a nearby booth, smiled slightly. Marcus was baiting them perfectly, using their pride against them.

But then Marcus stood, stretching casually. “Actually, on second thought, it’s getting late. My wife’s probably worried. I think I’ll head home.”

He reached for the money on the bar.

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“Hold it.” Sonny’s voice carried menace. He moved to block Marcus’s path, his six enforcers spreading out to cut off escape routes. “You challenge me, put up stakes, and then try to walk away? That’s not how this works. If you want to leave, the money stays.”

Marcus looked at Sonny with mild amusement. “You really want to do this?”

“I really do,” Sonny confirmed, his pride demanding satisfaction. “But let’s make it interesting. Two crates of beer each. Five minutes. Whoever drinks the most wins. Stakes are everything on that bar-plus your million.”

The crowd pressed closer, sensing a legendary contest brewing. Phones came out, ready to record. This was the kind of moment people would talk about for years.

“Two crates,” Marcus repeated. “That’s forty-eight bottles each.”

“Scared?” Sonny’s smile was vicious.

“Just clarifying the terms.” Marcus returned to his seat at the bar. “Let’s begin.”

The bartender brought out four crates of premium beer-ninety-six bottles total, condensation dripping down the glass, the sheer volume making several spectators wince in sympathy. This wasn’t a drinking contest. This was alcohol poisoning waiting to happen.

Sonny cracked his knuckles, his enforcers cheering him on. “You’re about to learn what happens when you disrespect the Three Blade Group in our own house.”

“Five minutes,” the bartender announced, setting a timer. “Starting… NOW!”

Both men grabbed bottles simultaneously.

Sonny started strong, his cultivation-enhanced constitution allowing him to drink faster than normal humans. He drained bottles in long gulps, slamming empties on the bar with theatrical force. His men cheered with each. bottle, the crowd counting along.

“Five! Six! Seven!”

But Marcus was operating on a completely different level.

His dragon physiology metabolized alcohol almost instantly, burning through it like his body was a furnace processing fuel. He drank with mechanical efficiency-no showboating, no pauses, just bottle after bottle disappearing down his throat in a steady rhythm that seemed impossible.

“Ten! Twelve! Fifteen!”

By the two-minute mark, Sonny was already slowing. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His face was flushed red. His hands shook slightly as he reached for the next bottle.

Marcus hadn’t even paused. His pace was exactly the same as when he’d started-relentless, unstoppable, inhuman.

“Twenty! Twenty-five! Thirty!”

At three minutes, Sonny stumbled. His cultivator constitution, which should have protected him, was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of alcohol. He grabbed the bar for support, breathing hard, trying to force down another bottle.

Marcus was on his thirty-eighth bottle, showing absolutely no effects whatsoever.

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“How…” Sonny gasped, “…how is this possible?”

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