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.

with the chit-chat. There was no point in wasting more words

had

chance and

the picture, Ol’

mine for

the taking!”

Leandro’s smirk grew wider, his hands a blur as he

Amber… But before she dies, I’ll have to indulge in Ol’ Mare’s

beauty.

to savor that,” he cackled

that, he lunged forward, ready to

on the Chart of Fighters,

launched his attack, his figure turned hazy,

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

Quicker than a flash.

might as

with a brilliant, metallic shine. With a speed

with a claw-like blow.

eighty-third? Nothing

unshaken, his right thumb leisurely rising, lightly pressing against

Leandro’s

1/3

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

but could not grasp

masterstroke, a delayed action that preempted the

shattering the whole.

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

metal on metal, a

and blood flew in

tougher than any ordinary metal, was impaled

blood

a gruesome spectacle

“Bro. Brother!”

stared with eyes wide, his face a mask of

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

uncontrollably. Their hearts pounded as if they