His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 351

Chapter 0351

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“This can’t be happening…”

In the grand lobby of the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel, Blaine’s hands shook uncontrollably as he

gazed at the iron saber, stuck in the wall, his eyes glazed over in shock.

Was Alexander that powerful?

The rough–hewn iron saber, a Saunders family relic, was known to be sharper than any modem

alloy, a companion of his for over thirty years, nearly an extension of his own arm.

Armed with that blade, he had been unbeatable across Zabaleta, feared by martial arts masters

far and wide. Even the most notorious fighters in the underground rarely stood a chance against

him.

Yet, his formidable strike had been effortlessly deflected by Alexander with a mere flick of the

finger?

What level of power was that?

ease, one

To crush a martial arts heavyweight with such had to be at the ‘Martial Power level a

rank that in the Regulus Windsur military would place him among the elite, a Duke of War!

“No, it can’t be, it just can’t. Dukes of War are rare, and you can’t be one of them!”

Blaine ground his teeth in a frenzy, “Alexander, I held back before, you’re not my equal. Years of

grueling training won’t be bested by you… Eat my fist!”

His punch exploded with his full might, his fist cloaked in a sheen of red, turbulent energy. It was as if

he had tapped into a hidden well of strength.

of an eye, a shockwave like

chest at

“You’re hopelessly stubborn.”

chuckled and shook his head, casually lifting his cup to tap

fist.

halted in its

nothing more than a piece of standard glassware from

at the slightest drop. However, in Alexander’s

Blaine’s

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verdict was immediate

was a total rout. Before Alexander, Blaine could not

Alexander flinch.

“Alexander…”

Saunders watched her father’s arm shake uncontrollably.

smile, her face turned a

incredibly strong,

the Saunders family, she knew her father’s capabilities

elite families from the north rarely gained an edge

Yet

who had effortlessly brought her father to his knees. What kind of

beyond

“What are you?”

back his fist, fighting through the sharp pain in his bones,

and disbelief. “There’s no way Ol‘ Mare has a master like you. You’re

not

“Who…exactly are you?!”

the guy you don’t

smile was slight, a mere flicker of amusement

bodyguards did not even merit a

air, he poured steaming coffee into cups for George and Ray. “Come on, let’s

coffee,” he said, settling back

coffee with his back to Blaine and the rest, an open display of how little

them.

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