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?”

as he reached out with his

Finger Shadows Slash.

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

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

staggered back uncontrollably as a gush of blood spurted from his

been undone with

of his

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

“No way!”

went wide in shock, especially Harry. He

tightly, and

he almost stood up.

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a prodigy among fighters, yet he was barely in his

who

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with

it’s laughable,” Alexander sald, his voice stolc as he pulled back his finger.

gaze

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

of you.

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

you’re so

meet your end, I won’t hesitate

Group’s operations will soon extend into

of me. And I won’t be nearly as polite as

turned on his heel and walked away with

“Alexander…”

from sight that Harry and his companions looked

bodies shaking with

standing where he was, his complexion cycling through shades

He

onto a stone bench,

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