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.



left hand casually flipped the

extended his right

at me. And make it quick,

The audacity!

blazed with fury as he let out a thunderous roar. His

honed at Alstonberg propelling him forward with explosive

a

blur,

a blink, he closed the gap between him and Alexander, his body a mere blur,

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

speed.

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unleashed his ultimate

punch so fearsome, so filled with raw power, that even half a meter away,

crushing force of the wind, like a bomb had detonated in the space

him with unstoppable might.

getting interesting.” Alexander murmured with a wry

a languid grace, his voice a whisper, “In the ranks of Wyverna’s youth, you might stand among

against me? You don’t



Thud!

sound was

punch, which seemed like it could break through

unyielding mountain. His fist hung in the air,

force, inches from

verdict was clear–there was