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?”

steady as he reached out with

Finger Shadows Slash.

finger shot forward like a streak of lightning, surpassing any

struck first, his finger grazing the

swiftness before

snapping back.

A dull thud echoed.

as if a balloon had burst within him, unleashing

uncontrollably as a

with

of

had honed over fifty grueling years, was

“No way!”

wide in

tightly, and

he almost stood up.

as a prodigy among fighters, yet he was barely in

who

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a grandmaster with a

his voice stolc as

gaze

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

of you.

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

you’re so

meet your end, I won’t hesitate to

extend into

polite as I was today

on

“Alexander…”

vanished from sight that Harry and his

with barely contained

he was, his complexion cycling through shades

He

onto a stone bench, one resolute thought

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