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.

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

had

chance and

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

mine for

the taking!”

grew wider, his hands

But before she dies, I’ll have to

beauty.

that,” he cackled with

lunged forward, ready

number eighty-three on the Chart of Fighters, a

of an eye, as he launched his attack, his figure turned hazy,

an invisible force, creating a sharp, metallic screech as it sliced through

Quicker than a flash.

right hand might as

a speed that defied sight, he struck at

with a claw-like blow.

Fighters eighty-third? Nothing but an empty

leisurely rising, lightly pressing against the center

Leandro’s

1/3

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

the move clearly but could not grasp its intricate

action that preempted the initial strike, a single

shattering the whole.

a pre-set trap. Leandro’s palm,

The clash was like metal on metal, a

hiss, and blood flew in all

metal, was impaled by Alexander’s lone finger, bone

blood

in a gruesome spectacle

“Bro. Brother!”

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

was not just Matthew. The Jackman family’s three bodyguards, and

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