Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 142

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Refusal, and A Rival’s Return

Sunlight streamed through the windows as Captain Steele struggled to his feet, pain Sunlight streamed through the wit etched across his face. The realization that he’d just attacked–and been effortlessly defeated by–someone far beyond his capabilities was dawning in his eyes.

“How…” he gasped, clutching his ribcage. “My ribs…”

I sighed, rising from my seat. I hadn’t meant to break his ribs, but his attack had forced my all that’s broken, Captain.”

hand. “You’re fortunate tha

Commander Keller stood frozen, his gaze darting between Steele and me. The tension in the room was palpable.

“Mr. Knight, I had no idea…” Keller started, clearly reassessing everything he thought he knew about me.

“Few do,” I replied simply, approaching the injured captain. “May I?”

Steele flinched away instinctively, then winced from the movement. Pride warred with pain on his face.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said. “I can ease your pain.”

my pocket and After a moment’s hesitation, he gave a tight nod. I reached into nu withdrew a small jade container, opening it to reveal several small, translucent pills that glowed with an inner light.

“What is that?” Keller asked, stepping closer.

Instead of answering, I placed the pill on my palm and extended my other hand above it. Concentrating, I summoned my spiritual fire–a dancing blue flame that appeared above my fingertips. The room temperature rose instantly as the ethereal fire licked at the air.

Both men’s eyes widened. Spiritual fire was rare enough; controlled spiritual fire was rarer still.

I channeled the flame down onto the pill, which absorbed it like a sponge drinks water. The pill pulsed once, twice, then began to glow with heightened intensity.

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“Soothing pill,” I explained, handing it to the captain. “Enhanced with spiritual fire. It will repair minor fractures and dull the pain until you can receive proper treatment.”

Steele looked at the glowing pill, then at me. The arrogance had vanished from his eyes, replaced by grudging respect. He took the pill and swallowed it without question.

Almost immediately, his breathing cased. The pain lines around his mouth softened, and color returned to his face.

“The pain… it’s nearly gone,” he said with genuine surprise. He straightened cautiously, testing his mobility. “How is this possible? Even our Battle Zone’s top medical pills take hours to work.”

I smiled slightly. “It’s all in the refinement process. And the spiritual fire.”

Keller was staring at me with newfound understanding. “You’re not just a martial artist.

well.” You’re an alchemist as

I nodded, resealing the jade container. “Among other things.”

Steele bowed deeply–a gesture that clearly cost him some pride. “Mr. Knight, I’ve misjudged you severely. Please accept my sincere apology.”

“Apology accepted, Captain. Though perhaps next time, conduct your research before making accusations.”

“There won’t be a next time,” Keller interjected, his expression serious. “But Mr. Knight, this demonstration only reinforces why Chief Vance wants you in the Battle Zone. A martial artist of your caliber who can also produce medicinal p” of this quality… it’s unprecedented.”

I returned to my seat, motioning for them to do the same. “Commander, I understand your position, but my answer remains the same. I value my freedom too much.”

“The Battle Zone could offer you resources beyond imagination,” Keller pressed. “Laboratories, rare ingredients, ancient texts-”

“And expectations. Obligations. Chains,” I countered evenly. “I’ve lived under others‘ control before, Commander. Never again.”

Steele, now seated somewhat stiffly in his chair, studied me with new eyes. “You killed a Grandmaster, didn’t you? There were rumors…”

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I met his gaze steadily but offered no confirmation.

Keller sighed heavily. “I respect your decision, Mr. Knight, though I’m duty–bound to inform the Chief. I suspect he won’t give up easily.”

“He’s welcome to try convincing me,” I replied with a slight smile. “But I’d advise against sending any more captains to test my patience.”

Steele actually laughed at that, though it ended in a wince. “Message received.”

After they departed, I spent the evening practicing with my spiritual fire. The Traditional Medicine Conference was approaching, and I needed perfect control. The

their intensity, focusing on blue flames danced above my palm as I tried to modulate maintaining a steady burn.

Too much power, and the flames surged wildly, nearly scorching my ceiling. Too little, and they flickered out entirely. Finding that perfect balance was maddening.

“Damn it,” I muttered as the flames extinguished for the tenth time. The problem wasn’t power–I had plenty of that. It was finesse. Precision.

I tried again, drawing the energy up slowly from my core. The blue fire bloomed in my palm, steady at first, then wavering as I attempted to shape it.

o stop. TomorTOW Hours passed in this frustrating cycle until exhaustion forced me I needed to consult with Anthony Harding about the conference. Perhaps he would have insights on controlling spiritual fire for public demonstrations.

Morning arrived with golden sunlight and a cool breeze. After a quick breakfast, I headed to my Traditional Medicine factory, mentally listing the questions I needed to ask Anthony. The man might be eccentric, but his knowledge of ancient medicinal practices was unparalleled.

As I approached the factory entrance, I stopped short. A group of five men stood waiting, and my mood instantly darkened when I recognized their leader.

Daxon Johnson.

His tall, lean figure was instantly recognizable, as was his perpetual smirk. The four men flanking him were clearly bodyguards–bulky, alert, and radiating hostility.

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“Well, well,” Daxon called out when he spotted me. “The great Liam Knight finally graces us with his presence.”

I approached slowly, keeping my expression neutral despite the irritation building inside me. “Daxon. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?”

His smirk widened. “Can’t old friends catch up without an agenda?”

“We were never friends,” I replied coolly.

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