His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0501 In the world ruled by Regulus Windsur, where warriors and mystics clashed, there was a belief that someone should never underestimate monks, mystics, women, or children, nor those who wielded bizarre weapons. They were said to have deadly skills beyond imagination, capable of taking down foes far stronger than themselves, and were truly unpredictable. That masked figure in black was a prime example.

Snap, snap, snap...

His blood-red tongue flicked out, hungrily lapping at his lips as he eyed Alexander like a predator eyes its prey.

His fingers danced across the abacus, sending out eerie, clashing sounds.

A sonic assault! There were legends of weapons that used sound to kill, like the Lion's Roar, the Magical's Strain, the Iron Magic's Cry, and the Soul-Capturing Flute. All were powered by the wielder's vital energy, and the abacus was no different.

With each bead's strike, the dissonant waves of sound spread rapidly, forming a chaotic symphony that trapped each note within Alexander's breaths, piercing him like invisible steel needles straight to the heart.

"Hahaha, got you!" The abacus's beads moved faster, a blur of impending doom. The masked figure's energy flowed without end, his hidden face twisted in a smirk of triumph.

bet you didn't see

Machine Iron Abacus can infiltrate your very being, sealing away your dominant strength without a trace." "Now that you can't muster up your dominant strength, taking you down will be a walk in the park!" Really? Alexander gave a slight shake of his head, a playful glint in his eyes.

the life and potential right out of someone. If I'm not wrong,

my life you're after, but my martial prowess too, huh?" Hmm?! The man in

wonder he was the King of O1' Mare, unmatched in both wit and power! So young, yet with the might ofa conqueror. Even after being hit by that lethal abacus tune, he remained as composed as a cucumber. That was just jealousy-inducing! "The more impressive you are, the stronger I'll get after I've devoured you!" In

the abacus, which rattled manically. "Feel the wrath of my killer

clatter of the abacus beads, like popcorn popping ina metal pot, sent

ecstatic, watching Alexander stand still, and he laughed triumphantly. "Haha, that was too easy! My dimwitted brother warned me not to mess with

away, Alexander, who was supposed to be a goner, cocked his head with a sly grin at the man in black, his face a mask

and why's he got a rule against messing with me?" How was