The Disguised Billionaire She Rejected novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Marcus pointed at him, his finger trembling with fury. “It’s you!”

He was so emotional, his rage flying high.

Six didn’t even remember him. To him, Marcus had been just another random bodyguard trying to interfere that day.

He scoffed, tilting his head with mild curiosity. “You know me?”

Marcus sighed, his voice low and venomous. “I well do. I will make you pay for what you did.”

Six didn’t understand the depth of the hatred but shrugged it off. “Looks like you don’t like me. Well, that was for the better.”

Without another word, Marcus was the first to charge at him.

He exploded forward with pure martial arts precision, years of disciplined training fueling his assault even before fully leaning on the bracelet’s power. His movements were sharp and devastating.

Six barely had time to react as Marcus closed the distance in a blur. A straight punch rocketed into Six’s midsection, forcing a grunt from the cultivator.

Marcus followed with a rapid combination-left hook to the ribs, right cross to the jaw, then an uppercut that snapped Six’s head back.

Each strike landed with crisp, audible impacts, driving Six backward step by step. Marcus swept a low kick at Six’s ankles, nearly toppling him, then drove an elbow into his shoulder, making the man stagger.

The residents and remaining thugs watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide. The gang leader blinked rapidly. “ What the heck is that? How are they fast like that?”

Marcus pressed his advantage, throwing several more punishing punches-three quick jabs to the face followed by a powerful body shot that folded Six slightly.

For a moment, it looked like the fight might end quickly. Marcus’s experience in hand-to-hand combat gave him the clear upper hand, his technique flawless and unrelenting.

Six wiped blood from his lip, his expression shifting from amusement to irritation.

“Enough of this,” he growled.

At that moment, only Marcus saw it-Six’s eyeballs changed, glowing with an eerie inner light as he tapped into his cultivator abilities.

Marcus instinctively activated his bracelet’s power in response.

The fight transformed instantly into something otherworldly.

Each punch now carried a faint magical aura, visible only to them as shimmering waves of power. They moved at impossible speeds, leaping and twisting through the air in angles that defied normal physics.

Marcus launched a spinning kick enhanced by the bracelet, the air whistling around his leg. Six dodged with unnatural grace and countered with a palm strike.

The onlookers gasped, unable to see the auras but shocked by the scene. The two fighters blurred across the square, exchanging blows so rapidly it seemed like they were teleporting.

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Marcus flew backward after a blocked strike, landing in a roll before charging again. Six leaped high, coming down with an axe kick that Marcus barely evaded, the ground cracking where the foot landed.

Six began to dominate. He delivered a great punch to Marcus’s side, the cultivator force behind it cracking ribs and sending Marcus skidding.

Marcus fought back fiercely, landing a solid hit to Six’s chest that made the man cough, but Six was stronger. He grabbed Marcus mid-air during one leap, slamming him down before unleashing a devastating combo-two heavy punches to the torso followed by a knee strike.

Marcus tried to counter, but Six’s power overwhelmed him. In a brutal twist, Six delivered a sweeping kick, catching Marcus’s leg at a vulnerable angle.

Crack!!!!

A sickening crack echoed as the bone fractured.

Marcus lay on the ground, clutching his fractured leg in agony as a sharp wave of pain shot through his body. The residents gasped in horror, their cheers turning to cries of shock.

“Oh no!” one woman screamed, covering her mouth.

Another resident yelled, “This can’t be happening!”

Six stood over him, smirking arrogantly. “Your cultivator power is weak. And nothing compares to mine.”

Angrily, Marcus tried to fight back. “Yaaa!” he cried out, pushing himself up on one good leg despite the searing pain. He swung a desperate punch, but his injured leg put him at a serious disadvantage, slowing his movements and unbalancing his stance. The blow barely grazed Six’s shoulder.

Six dealt with him seriously now, his expression cold and focused. He stepped in close, blocking Marcus’s weak follow-up strike with ease.

Then the beating began in earnest. Six unleashed a barrage of powerful punches, left, right, left, each one landing heavily on Marcus’s torso and face with brutal precision.

The cultivator’s enhanced strength made every hit feel like a hammer strike. Marcus tried to dodge or counter, but his fractured leg betrayed him, forcing him to stumble and absorb the punishment.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Six kept punching and beating him relentlessly, driving Marcus back with body blows that cracked more ribs and head shots that blurred his vision. The residents watched in terror.

“We have to do something!” an elderly man shouted. “At this rate, he will kill him!”

Marcus refused to surrender. Blood trickled from his mouth and nose, but he kept trying to stand, throwing weak punches that Six swatted away effortlessly. Six waited for him to give up, but when Marcus stubbornly rose once more, Six sighed and continued the assault.

Punch after punch rained down until Marcus was barely breathing, slumped on the ground, his body battered and energy completely drained.

Six wiped his hands casually, satisfied. He turned to the gang leader. “Put him in the car.”

The thug leader bowed and nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

Just as two thugs moved forward to lift Marcus, BOOM! BOOM

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