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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mark of the martial

one side, with a sketch

it briefly, then

tossed the token toward Damian, who was practically

“Patriarch!”

Grandmasters were seething, itching to

to be seen as bullies?!”

he’s got the

guts

faces twisted with shame,

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air, heading straight for Damian’s

a sudden, a figure sliced

on a calm

Damian. With a soft ‘snap‘, the story took an

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

figure.

“Huh?!”

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strength. His eyes squinted just a bit, and he

visibly taken aback.

Was that him?

had boldly stepped in on top of the

the so–called king without a crown of

the Yanker