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.

There was no point in wasting more words on the so-called ‘second

had

and

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

mine for

the taking!”

Alexander’s nonchalant shake, Leandro’s smirk grew wider,

first. Then tomorrow, Amber… But before she dies, I’ll have

beauty.

wait to savor that,” he cackled

lunged forward, ready

on the Chart of Fighters, a force more

blink of an eye, as he launched

a sharp, metallic

Quicker than a flash.

right hand might as well

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

with a claw-like blow.

eighty-third? Nothing but an empty

thumb leisurely rising, lightly pressing

Leandro’s

1/3

yet swift beyond measure.

the move clearly but could not grasp its

a masterstroke, a delayed action that preempted the initial

shattering the whole.

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

The clash was like metal on

came a sharp hiss, and

was

blood

a gruesome spectacle that covered his

“Bro. Brother!”

then stared with eyes wide,

The Jackman family’s three bodyguards, and even

hearts pounded as