His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0446

That guy… He was no ordinary fighter!

A muscle in Damian’s eye twitched as he locked eyes with Alexander, sizing him up in a heartbeat.

Alexander had burst onto the scene with a downright chilling speed, on par with the legends of the

fighter community’s Grandmasters. Could Regulus Windsur really boast such a young prodigy

among their ranks? Damian knew he could not afford to underestimate him.

“Did you come for the alliance ruler’s token, too?”

His hands balled into fists, his left foot stepping forward, right leg bending into a ready stance. A surge

of internal energy flowed from his core, racing through his veins and invigorating every muscle. His

arms tensed, a soft golden glow emanating from them, a testament to his near- legendary prowess.

The pinnacle of the Grandmaster’s ultimate level.

To have reached such heights at barely 30, he stood out as a titan among his peers in the martial

world.

“You think you can spar with me? You’ve got the chops!”

Damian squared off, his presence radiating a lethal intent that felt almost tangible. “Just so you know,

the combat techniques I’ve mastered are all about the kill shot, never missing their target.

Anyone who falls to me faces only death!”

Chilling words, indeed.

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hand casually flipped the alliance

bothering to get ready, he simply extended his right

me. And make it quick, I’ve got places

The audacity!

eyes blazed with fury as he let out a thunderous

honed at Alstonberg propelling him forward with

like a bullet from a

a blur, his velocity skyrocketing

him and Alexander, his

the air. His right fist, trailing flames and light, seemed to burn with the friction

speed.

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his ultimate move, the

so filled with raw power, that even half a

had detonated in the space between them,

him with unstoppable might.

precise, fierce–this is getting interesting.” Alexander murmured

whisper, “In the

against me? You don’t stand a

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Thud!

sound was dull,

punch, which seemed like it could break through anything, was

had crashed against an unyielding mountain. His fist hung in the

inches

clear–there