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.

the chit-chat. There was no point in wasting more words on the

had

and

the picture, Ol’ Mare, Woolpackton, Tormora-all those underground

mine for

the taking!”

shake, Leandro’s smirk grew wider, his hands a blur as he

But before she dies, I’ll have

beauty.

to savor that,”

that, he lunged forward,

number eighty-three on the Chart of Fighters, a

blink of an eye, as he launched his

an invisible force, creating a sharp,

Quicker than a flash.

that split second, Leandro’s right hand might as well have been forged of steel, his

with a brilliant, metallic shine. With a speed

with a claw-like blow.

Fighters eighty-third? Nothing but

his right thumb leisurely

Leandro’s

1/3

paradox-slow to the eye, yet swift beyond measure. Even Asher, who knew

but could not

a delayed action that preempted the

shattering the whole.

was like a pre-set trap. Leandro’s

was like metal on metal, a chilling sound that

sharp hiss, and blood flew in all

tougher than any ordinary metal, was

blood

in a gruesome spectacle that covered his

“Bro. Brother!”

Matthew, previously menacing, then stared with eyes wide, his face a mask

The Jackman family’s three bodyguards, and even

shivering uncontrollably. Their hearts pounded as if