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?”

calm, his voice steady as he reached

Finger Shadows Slash.

forward like a streak of

struck first, his

swiftness before

snapping back.

A dull thud echoed.

to implode as if a balloon had burst within

staggered back uncontrollably as a gush of blood spurted from his

with a mere

of his body’s innate life force and the

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

“No way!”

wide in shock, especially

tightly, and

he almost stood up.

a prodigy among fighters, yet

who

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with a

sald, his voice stolc as

gaze

of Drake and the others. “Let me

of you.

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

you’re so

meet your end, I

extend into Province Town. Cross me, and you make

won’t be nearly as polite as I was today in dealing

on his heel and walked away

“Alexander…”

sight that

with barely contained

was, his complexion cycling

He

a stone bench, one

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