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

could

there was

his bones and organs shattering. I He could not even scream. His body was \ flung back, slamming into the corridor wall, then dropped to the floor with a ‘snap’, limbs convulsing

eyes wide as they gazed upon Gray Wolf's lifeless body. It was as if they had seen a specter; they simply could not . believe what was before

Wolf, dead? I The formidable

Quinto, the \ unchallenged right-hand man of their entire operation, had perished without a whisper of

in his j right hand. After taking a small sip, he gazed calmly at the horde before him and said disinterestedly, "If you're eager for the same privilege, I won't hesitate to oblige." Privilege? The word sent a shiver through the crowd. Even the Grandmasters were yon edge, their teeth clenched

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 weapons—a whirlwind of sabers, clubs, and knives — descended

crowd surged forward, each person driven by a feverish

mob before him. With a casual flick, he sent a spray of coffee droplets flying, his

light as air yet seemingly filled with boundless force, struck the two Grandmasters leading the charge, effortlessly piercing their guts, and then, unstoppable, they tore through the

a single one

cadre of over 30

inner channels and organs quaked, and their hard-earned