Chapter 112 Now Die
The air around the courtyard had shifted.
Liam now stood firm before Khan, his body relaxed yet emanating quiet power. He slowly flexed his left hand, the one that had been tightly bandaged until moments ago. The movement was stiff at first, his fingers curling and stretching as the blood surged back into his joints. He rotated his wrist once, then twice, letting the wind kiss skin that hadn’t been exposed since he was injured.
Khan stared at him with a storm of emotions boiling beneath his mask—confusion, frustration, disbelief, and above all, unfiltered rage.
Just minutes ago, he had been dominating Lilith, pushing her back with every move, with confidence that bordered on arrogance. But now the dynamic had shifted. Liam stood in her place, silent, composed... unbothered. His presence alone was enough to ignite unease among the onlookers.
"Don’t stand there like you’ve already won," Khan spat through gritted teeth. "I’m going to rip that smug look off your face."
Liam didn’t respond. He simply gestured with his fingers, beckoning Khan forward with a taunting flick of the wrist.
"Come."
Khan snarled, his patience shattering like glass. "You little bastard!"
He rushed forward with a guttural roar, faster than before—faster than anyone thought possible for someone his size. His leg lashed out in a wide arc toward Liam’s head, a move meant to either knock him unconscious or break his neck if he was too slow to react.
But Liam wasn’t just fast. He was precise.
With a subtle sway of his body, he leaned back just enough for the kick to pass inches from his face. The wind of the strike barely ruffled his hair. His eyes never left Khan’s.