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 out with

Finger Shadows Slash.

of lightning, surpassing any definition of speed.

he struck first, his finger grazing the man’s chest

swiftness before

snapping back.

A dull thud echoed.

figure of Wilhelm seemed to implode as if a balloon had

staggered back uncontrollably as a gush of blood spurted

undone with

energy transformation Wilhelm mastered, a blend of his body’s innate life force and the

had honed over fifty grueling years, was effortlessly undone by Alexander’s casual

“No way!”

Harry, and Tommy’s eyes went wide in shock, especially Harry. He clutched his

tightly, and

he almost stood up.

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among fighters, yet he was

who

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a grandmaster with a single

his voice stolc as he pulled

gaze

faces of Drake and the others. “Let me make

of you.

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

you’re so

end,

extend into Province Town. Cross me, and

won’t be nearly as polite as I

those final words, Alexander turned on his heel and walked

“Alexander…”

until Alexander vanished from sight

shaking with barely contained

his complexion cycling

He

stone bench, one

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