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

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

mine for

the taking!”

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

strike. “You first. Then tomorrow, Amber… But before she dies, I’ll have to

beauty.

to savor that,” he cackled

he lunged forward, ready

eighty-three on the Chart of Fighters, a force more daunting than

eye, as he launched his

grip an invisible force, creating a sharp, metallic screech

Quicker than a flash.

second, Leandro’s right hand might as well have been

with a brilliant, metallic shine. With a speed

with a claw-like blow.

eighty-third? Nothing but an

thumb leisurely rising,

Leandro’s

1/3

to the eye, yet swift beyond measure. Even

see the move clearly but could not grasp its intricate

was a masterstroke, a delayed action that preempted the

shattering the whole.

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

metal on metal, a chilling sound that

hiss, and blood flew in all

any ordinary metal, was impaled by Alexander’s

blood

spectacle that covered his

“Bro. Brother!”

then stared with

was not just Matthew. The Jackman family’s three

Their hearts pounded as if they were about