His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0445

Zane’s face darkened as Damian’s challenge hung in the air, but he could not come up with a

comeback.

The next generation had failed to live up to expectations, their skills lacking.

Damian Habeck was a force to be reckoned with–a Southern Fist prodigy who had mastered

kickboxing in Alstonberg and dominated the underground fight scene, claiming the title of Demon King

in seven weight classes.

In Wyverna, his strength was unmatched by the Yanker family’s sorry excuse for a younger generation.

“Times change, and new heroes rise,” Damian said, his fists clenched in a show of power. “Face it,

Yanker family head–you’re getting old! If your young ones can’t beat me, it just means your Divine Ape

Backbreaking Fist is history. You’ve got no business leading the martial arts alliance

anymore.

“Just hand over the alliance ruler’s token. It’s time.”

Zane’s weathered face twitched with barely contained emotion. His hands locked behind him, his nails

pressing painfully into his own skin. He knew he could take down Damian with ease, but the kid was

part of the younger generation–it was their fight, not his. He could not be seen as the big guy picking on

the little guy.

“Forget it!”

He shook his head slowly, his right hand lingering over something hidden in his clothes before

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token, the mark of the martial

inscribed on one side,

it

toward Damian, who

“Patriarch!”

Yanker family’s Grandmasters were seething, itching

seen as

touches Damian! If he’s got the guts to take

guts to

there, their faces twisted with

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air, heading straight for

a sudden, a

wind on a calm day, moving too fast for the eye

It was whisked by Damian. With a soft ‘snap‘, the story

arts alliance token, glinting with golden light, was snatched up with ease

figure.

“Huh?!”

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Zane had the most formidable strength. His eyes squinted just a

visibly taken aback.

Was that him?

stepped in on top of the train,

so–called king without a crown

of the