His Lordship Alexander Kane

' Chapter 0655 { Was Alexander truly a legendary supreme grand martial? The answer was a resounding no.

He was not just any supreme grand martial. He was the undefeated Lord of War, the mightiest warrior revered worldwide, standing four whole levels above any Grandmaster.

"He's done for. He's a dead man!" Five meters away, the Gray Wolf's blade I arced through the air, his eyes locked onto Alexander's, alight with a fierce excitement.

He had landed the perfect ambush.

Alexander, coffee in his right hand, casually tapped the hotel's service counter with his left, seemingly oblivious to the attack.

~ No reaction? That spelled doom.

y Faced with such a surprise attack, even a deadly strike from an Apex of —= Grandmaster would mean certain death for someone, even a Peak Supreme Grand Martial, caught off guard without any defenses! However, then...

"A sneak attack? Bold move, but sadly, it's too feeble." Alexander's left index finger curled slightly. Without sparing a glance at the descending blade, he tapped the counter and said, "You're looking for a swift end? I'll oblige.

"You'll die fast, and painlessly." As his voice faded, his fingertip lightly struck the counter, emitting a crisp 'snap'.

Suddenly, the air in the hallway seemed to seize up. The blade's trajectory

it could graze Alexander.

there was

shattering. I He could not even scream. His body was \ flung back, slamming into the corridor

a crowd of over a hundred muscular men were frozen in shock, their eyes wide as they gazed upon Gray Wolf's lifeless body. It was as if they had seen a specter;

I The formidable Grandmaster,

unchallenged right-hand man of their entire operation, had

fearsome strength! "Dying by my hand is a privilege," Alexander declared. He had just stepped out from behind the service counter, casually holding a cup of coffee in his j right hand. After taking

a peak supreme grand martial, how many can he take down? Whoever's left standing must avenge our brothers. No retreat, we'll bury him under our numbers!" "Charge!" I "Attack!" i With that, the men cast aside any last shred of doubt. Their

technique! The narrow hallway, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side, was jam-packed. The crowd surged forward, each person driven by a feverish determination, launching a frenzied charge at Alexander! "Ants, no matter their

With a casual flick, he sent a spray of coffee droplets flying,

tiny beads of coffee, light as air yet seemingly filled with boundless force, struck the two Grandmasters leading the charge, effortlessly piercing their guts, and then,

a single

Grandmasters and a cadre of over 30 I warriors wielding vital energy, were I devastated

and organs quaked, and their hard-earned powers were utterly