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.

in wasting more words on the so-called ‘second

had

and blew

you’re out of the picture, Ol’ Mare, Woolpackton,

mine for

the taking!”

smirk grew wider, his hands a blur

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

beauty.

savor that,” he cackled with

he lunged forward, ready

eighty-three on the Chart of Fighters, a force

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

force, creating a sharp, metallic screech as it

Quicker than a flash.

might as well have been forged of steel,

metallic shine. With a speed

with a claw-like blow.

Fighters eighty-third? Nothing but an empty

his right thumb leisurely rising, lightly

Leandro’s

1/3

yet swift beyond measure. Even Asher, who knew nothing

move clearly but could not grasp

counterattack was a masterstroke, a delayed action

shattering the whole.

a pre-set trap. Leandro’s palm,

was like metal on metal, a chilling sound that

hiss, and blood flew in all

palm, tougher than any ordinary metal, was impaled by

blood

spectacle that covered

“Bro. Brother!”

then stared with eyes wide, his face

Jackman family’s three bodyguards, and

pounded as if they