Chapter 0197

Grandmasters-a nation’s pride and joy.

The Regulus Windsur boasted five mighty armies, including the Northern Wyverna Army with its

legendary One Hundred and Eight War Generals”, each being a grandmaster in their own right. They

were a force to be

reckoned with.

In all of Regulus Windsur, there were no more than a thousand grandmasters. It took millions,

sometimes tens of millions of ordinary people, to produce just one of those rare grandmasters.

“You’re quite full of yourself.”

Wilhelm’s grip tightened on his sword, his eyes locked on Alexander with a chill of indifference. “You’re

like a young bull, unafraid of tigers, not knowing the danger. I’ve ended many brash youths like you.”

He glanced over at Harry and the others dismissively. “You all wanted Alexander dead, didn’t you?

However, he just saved Miss Acela and is in Mister Hardy’s good graces. I won’t bite the hand that

feeds.”

With that, he turned back to Alexander, his voice as austere as steel. “Your recent stunts in Province

Town

crossed the line with Mister Hardy. You’ve challenged me, and while I might spare your life, you won’t

escape punishment.”

As his words hung in the air, the Ghost Sword’s eyes flashed with deadly intent. His sword quivered

and

lashed out, unleashing four swift strikes aimed at crippling Alexander’s limbs.

“Think grandmasters are unbeatable?”

voice steady as he reached out with his

Finger Shadows Slash.

like a streak of lightning, surpassing any definition

‘Ghost Sword’ Wilhelm, he struck first, his finger grazing

swiftness before

snapping back.

A dull thud echoed.

if a balloon had burst

uncontrollably as a gush of blood spurted from

undone with a mere flick of

mastered, a blend of

he had honed over fifty grueling years, was effortlessly undone by

“No way!”

wide in

tightly, and

he almost stood up.

as a prodigy among fighters, yet he was barely

who

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with a single move?

sald, his voice stolc as he pulled back

gaze

the others. “Let me

of you.

because you deserve life, but because you’re not even

you’re so

your end, I won’t

into Province Town. Cross

polite as I was today

those final words, Alexander turned on his heel and walked

“Alexander…”

vanished from sight that Harry and his

with

his complexion cycling through shades of

He

eased himself onto a stone bench, one resolute

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