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.

was no point in wasting more words on the so-called ‘second son.’

had

chance and

you’re out of the picture, Ol’ Mare, Woolpackton, Tormora-all those underground rackets

mine for

the taking!”

smirk grew wider, his

she dies,

beauty.

that,” he

he lunged

Chart of Fighters,

In the blink of an eye, as he launched his

invisible force, creating a sharp, metallic screech as

Quicker than a flash.

Leandro’s right hand might as well have been forged

brilliant, metallic shine. With a speed that defied sight, he

with a claw-like blow.

eighty-third? Nothing but an empty

remained unshaken, his right thumb leisurely rising,

Leandro’s

1/3

a paradox-slow to the eye, yet swift beyond measure. Even

clearly but could not

counterattack was a masterstroke, a delayed action that preempted the initial

shattering the whole.

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

The clash was like metal on metal, a chilling sound that echoed

sharp hiss, and blood

any ordinary metal, was

blood

spectacle that

“Bro. Brother!”

stared with eyes wide, his face a mask of

family’s three bodyguards, and even Asher

dumb, shivering uncontrollably. Their hearts pounded as if they were about