His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0457 tyevgen!" Ar With the crowd's eyes fixed on him, Zane stepped forward, determination blazing in his gaze. "Banishing evil is our calling as warriors. Today, I'm willing to risk the entire yanker family to ensure you don't leave Yewspire Mountain! "Take positions!" With a series of swift movements, nine Grandmasters sprang into action behind Zane, each claiming their spot.

They struck various poses: one balanced on a single foot, another sunk into a deep stance, some bent ina bow stance, while others sat with legs crossed on the ground. Nine warriors, nine stances, all distinct.

They formed the legendary Nine Palace Divine Ape Array, the most formidable strategy derived from the ancient — Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist.

Even Zane, facing such a daunting foe, was not certain of victory. That magical formation, a legacy of the Yanker ancestors crafted to take down the mightiest of foes, had not been revealed in nearly a century.

Once activated, the nine moved as one entity, their coordinated advance and retreat, coupled with Zane's strategic guidance at the core, could ensnare even a heavyweight with major level.

"Heh, heh." Yevgen, confronted with that formidable strategy, was far from intimidated. His grotesque face twisted

I into a sneer of blatant scorn.

In a blur, he vanished and reappeared. .

With a mere flicker, he seized a Yanker scion by the neck and taunted, "Has the Yanker family really fallen so low that they hid behind a magical formation to face me?" "Let's not kid ourselves about whether your fancy spellwork can hold me," he scoffed. "Even if it's got some kick, you really think I'd just stand around waiting for the end? What a joke!" His wrist snapped with lethal precision, crushing the neck of a Yanker heir with ease. He pulled back swiftly, a predator among prey, and snatched up two more Yankers, his grotesque grin wilder than before.

"This isn't some friendly sparring—

formation now?!" The air in front

a practice bout but a

tough, but Yevgen was a whirlwind, never caught

up, the Yanker youngsters would just keep dropping

Zane and the nine hotshot Grandmasters made it out alive, what good would it do if there was no one left to carry on the Yanker name?

the music, no more _ Av delusions. He gave a slow, resigned shake of his head to the Grandmasters, signaling them to pack up their magic show. Then he flexed, and the 25

Zane as distant and detached as if he were

it

was a blur of motion,

hands screamed through the air, and inthe blink of an eye, he was upon Zane, aiming

Fist. Learn it well and leave at once, so our martial legacy will endure!"

weathered face set in

on his wrists clanged sharply as he unleashed the Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist, move

iron; danced with the swiftness

the force to shatter mountains; shook the very