His Lordship Alexander Kane

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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

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

“Think grandmasters are unbeatable?”

steady as he reached

Finger Shadows Slash.

shot forward like a streak of lightning, surpassing any

Wilhelm, he struck first, his finger grazing

swiftness before

snapping back.

A dull thud echoed.

of Wilhelm seemed to implode as if a

of energy. He staggered back uncontrollably as a gush of blood spurted from his

been undone with a

transformation Wilhelm mastered, a blend of his

fifty grueling years, was effortlessly undone by Alexander’s

“No way!”

Harry, and Tommy’s eyes went wide in shock, especially

tightly, and

he almost stood up.

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among fighters, yet he was barely in his

who

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defeat a grandmaster with a single move?

Alexander sald, his voice stolc

gaze

stunned faces of Drake and the others. “Let me make one thing

of you.

spare you not because you deserve life, but because you’re not even worth the effort of

you’re so

to meet your end,

extend into Province Town.

nearly as polite as

final words, Alexander turned on his heel and walked

“Alexander…”

not until Alexander vanished from sight that Harry and his

with barely contained

complexion cycling through shades of pale and

He

a stone bench, one resolute

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