His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0256

‘As good as dead’?

The moment Alexander’s challenge hit the air, Leandro laughed maniacally, wild and unrestrained.

There he stood, the proud second son of the Jackman dynasty, not even thirty and already ranked

eighty-third among the Chart of Fighters.

Even the seasoned fighters of the northern realms felt small in his shadow. Since his youth, he had

been the

golden boy, one of the mightiest in his powerful clan.

The Jackman family was a northern powerhouse thanks to bruisers like him and, of course, his own

iron-fisted

ways.

“It’s been ages since anyone’s had the guts to talk big in front of me!”

Leandro’s laughter faded, and he eyed Alexander with a sneer. “So, I hear you’re the one who took

down the Ellis family and brought the Hart dynasty to its knees?

“Let me clue you in: Next to my Jackman family, those families are small fry, not even worth

mentioning!

“Think you can mess with the Ellis and Harts and then step to the Jackman family? You’re dreaming!

And it’s

not just you-even the mighty New Chesire Group is just a bug waiting to be squashed under the

Jackman

boot!”

Alexander just shook his head, slow and deliberate.

in wasting more words on the so-called ‘second son.’

had

and blew

picture, Ol’

mine for

the taking!”

Leandro’s smirk grew wider, his hands

But before she dies, I’ll have to indulge

beauty.

wait to savor that,” he cackled

he lunged

of Fighters, a force more daunting than

he launched his attack, his figure turned hazy, his right

invisible force, creating a sharp, metallic screech as it

Quicker than a flash.

right hand might as well have been forged

shine. With a speed that defied sight, he

with a claw-like blow.

Fighters eighty-third? Nothing but an

unshaken, his right thumb leisurely rising, lightly pressing

Leandro’s

1/3

a paradox-slow to the eye, yet swift beyond measure. Even Asher, who knew nothing

see the move clearly but

masterstroke, a delayed action that preempted the initial strike,

shattering the whole.

onlookers, Alexander’s finger was like a pre-set trap. Leandro’s palm, with

into it. The clash was like metal on metal, a chilling

came a sharp hiss, and blood flew

tougher than any ordinary metal, was

blood

gruesome spectacle that covered his

“Bro. Brother!”

Matthew, previously menacing, then stared with eyes

not just Matthew. The Jackman family’s three bodyguards,

hearts pounded as if