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?”

his voice steady as he reached out with his right

Finger Shadows Slash.

index finger shot forward like a streak of lightning, surpassing any definition of

first, his finger grazing

swiftness before

snapping back.

A dull thud echoed.

figure of Wilhelm seemed to implode as if a

back uncontrollably as a gush of blood spurted from

undone with

of his

years, was effortlessly undone by Alexander’s

“No way!”

went wide in

tightly, and

he almost stood up.

a prodigy among fighters, yet he was barely in his

who

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a grandmaster with

Alexander sald, his voice stolc as he pulled back

gaze

the

of you.

you deserve life, but because

you’re so

end, I won’t hesitate to

soon extend into Province Town. Cross me,

won’t be nearly as polite

words, Alexander turned on his heel and

“Alexander…”

not until Alexander vanished from sight

with barely contained

where he was, his complexion

He

stone bench, one resolute

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