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

had

and blew

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

mine for

the taking!”

Leandro’s smirk grew wider, his hands a

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

beauty.

that,”

he lunged

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

an eye, as he launched his attack, his figure

to grip an invisible force, creating a sharp, metallic screech

Quicker than a flash.

Leandro’s right hand might as well have been

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

with a claw-like blow.

eighty-third? Nothing but an

his right thumb leisurely rising, lightly pressing

Leandro’s

1/3

eye, yet

could see the move clearly but could not grasp its intricate

action that

shattering the whole.

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

The clash was like metal on metal, a chilling sound

sharp hiss, and blood flew

than any ordinary metal, was impaled by Alexander’s

blood

a gruesome spectacle that covered

“Bro. Brother!”

previously menacing, then stared with eyes wide, his face

family’s three bodyguards, and even

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