The moment Jacob finished speaking, one of the three Space Marines charged straight toward Kayvaan with an expression twisted by rage. Kayvaan realized this was the same man named M who had been guarding the door earlier. Back when Kayvaan wao get inside, M was the one assigo block him. By all rights, it should have been easy for M to stop a normal person, but Kayvaan had knocked him ft instead. That brief enter had deeply humiliated the Space Marine. He had been stewing in that embarrassment ever since, feeling that as a warrior of the Emperor’s, he had lost face by failing to subdue an ordinary young man. Such a disgrace would follow him for life, with his fellow soldiers likely mog him at every opportunity. He’d never expected a ce for reveo e so soon, but here it was. Now, all M could think about was beating Kayvaan into the ground, wiping away that shame a his lost pride. He couldn’t wait to repay this humiliation with pain.

  He jumped forward and shed out with a ferocious kick. The force behind that blow was easily enough to shatter a steel pte. If it ected solidly, it could kill a normal man on the spot.

  Yet M’s attack was far too obvious in Kayvaan's eyes. Kayvaan shifted his body sideways, smoothly avoiding the kick. As M’s leg swept past, Kayvaaended his hand, fingers bent like cws, reag toward the inside of M’s thigh. He moved with terrifying speed. With just one sharp movement, three of Kayvaan's fingers pierced into the Marine’s flesh, slipping iween muscle fibers ahe veins. Gripping firmly, Kayvaan jerked his arm backward, using M’s own forward momentum against him, and tore away a k of raw muscle. The sound of ripping flesh, like thick leather being violently pulled apart, echoed ingly through the arena.

  “ARRGH!!!” M’s pained grunt emerged a heartbeat ter, the shock just registering in his mind. But the enter wasn’t over yet. Both men’s bodies seemed to coil in unison, their legs bending preparing for another burst of movement. They halted almost simultaneously, then rebounded like tightened springs released from tension.

  But M was no ordinary human. He ace Marirained and ditioo endure punishing pain that would break lesser motal. So even though Kayvaan's brutal attack had just ripped into his thigh, exposing torn muscle and spilling blood, M did not relent. He refused to surrender, and if anything, the pain only fueled his anger. His scream was still eg when his body moved into a terattack, swinging his powerful arm at Kayvaan.

  Kayvaan lowered his own body, dug swiftly beh the Marine’s arm. He moved faiing close enough to reach the open wound he had just created. This time, Kayvaan's fingers sought something vital. His fiips found what felt like a soft, delicate tube within the ragged flesh—a blood vessel. He yanked with force.

  M screamed in agony and dropped to the ground. The intense exercise leading up to this moment had his twis pounding like high-pressure pumps, each beat driving fresh blood through his body. But now, with a gaping tear in his thigh, the main blood circution el was promised. Blood gushed out of the ruptured artery like a high-powered water gun, spraying bright red streaks across the ground in an instant.

  Even with the remarkable regeive capabilities of a Space Marine, no one could endure such catastrophic blood loss unchecked. M, realizing the severity of his injury, frantically clutched at his thigh.

  Ihan a minute, Kayvaan had incapacitated M with ease. The other two Marines, momentarily frozen in shock, struggled to process what had just happened. M was more experiehan them but now he was down, blood pooling around him. How could this so-called ordinary man dare to rush them, let alone succeed?

  Before they could fully prehend the situation, Kayvaan was already closing the distah his arget.One of the Marines reacted instinctively. Without hesitatioepped forward and unched a powerful punch. But Kayvaan, as if anticipating the move, slipped past the attack with ease, sliding into the Marine’s guard. Both of Kayvaan’s palms struck simultaneously—one pressing against the left side of the Marine’s chest, near his heart, and the other on his right side.

  Kayvaan stepped forward, pnting his foot firmly on the ground as he drove his palms upward with explosive force. The impact reverberated through the Marine’s body like a shockwave, bypassing the natural skin armor and striking deep.

  There was a muffled thud, and the Marine’s massive frame lifted slightly off the ground before crashing back down. His face was frozen in disbelief. How could someone half his size a send him flying? As his body hit the dirt, he felt an eerie lightness, as though floating. Then, darkook over. He colpsed.

  The third Marine, wide-eyed, stared at the se in front of him, his mind rag. Two Space Marie warriors of the gaxy—defeated in mere moments by a single man. He wasn’t afraid, but the sheer absurdity of the situatio him shaken. "What kind of witchcraft is this?!" he bellowed, trying to mask his unease.

  Blood dripped steadily from Kayvaan fingers, painting his hands in crimson. His dark eyes gleamed coldly as he spoke, “What do you think?”

  Without waiting for an answer, Kayvaan charged. The st Marine, roared defiantly and swung both fists at Kayvaan with all his might. But Kayvaan ducked effortlessly, weaving through the blows. Slippiween the Marine’s legs, Kayvaan struck a precise blow to his tailboh a baded sp. He spun around swiftly, inhaled deeply, and unched a flurry of attacks at the Marine’s unprotected back.

  Fists, palms, fingers—every strike nded accurately, eae desigo bypass the Marine’s armor and exploit his weakhe assault sted only three seds, but the damage was devastating. As abruptly as it had begun, Kayvaan’s onsught stopped. He exhaled slowly, stepping back to assess his work.

  The final Marine remaianding for a moment, his massive frame swaying slightly. Then, like a felled tree, he colpsed, his body cshed witha a loud bam against the ground.

  In another room, an older man watched the entire spectacle unfold on a s. His voice, calm yet anding, broke the silence. “One minute and three seds. That’s all it took for him to take down three of my veteran Marines. Jacob, it seems you’ve made another unnecessary decision.”

  Jacob, standing nearby, visibly trembled. He had e here expeg to witness Kayvaan’s defeat, but instead, he was fag an eveer nightmare—Marneus Calgar, the ander-in-chief of the Ultramarines Legion. “S-Sir, I thought you were leading a patrol…” Jacob stammered, his voice barely steady.

  Marneus’s expression remained unreadable, his tone unwavering. “That was the pn. However, the Imperial Pace recalled me. Someone else is leading the patrol in my pce.”

  Jacob swallowed hard. “Then… what brings you back here, sir?”