His Lordship Alexander Kane

Since entering modern society, no Lord of War had ever simultaneously confronted 36 Martial Overlords. Moreover, no one knew the terrifying destructive power contained in such a blow.

It was as if nothing could withstand it.

At the villa entrance, within the formation, the air seemed completely imprisoned, the power of the formation relentlessly tearing at Alexander's body.

Especially with Konrad's fist, dazzling electric lights intertwined and densely covered the area, erupting with a power far beyond the realm of Martial Overlords, amplified by the formation and the additional blessing of five other Martial Overlords.

This was his renowned skill, the Thunder-Cutting Hand.

"Alexander, meet your end!" Konrad roared, his fists thundering out simultaneously, his Martial Overlord's vigor like raging waves. It swept up a substantial current of electric aura in the air, crackling fiercely.

Almost in the instant of the punch, this unstoppable arc of electric fist vigor blasted toward Alexander's chest.

"Is this your strongest blow? Seems a bit inadequate to me!" Alexander's gaze was calm as if he were not facing a sky-shattering blow but rather a gentle breeze brushing against his face. His hands turned slowly, and he uttered softly, "Any other Lord of War would've been seriously injured by this if they survived, but I am not like anyone else!" As he spoke, he acted.

His hands struck the air three times in succession, the movements seeming slow

but in reality faster than lightning, meeting the incoming electric fist vigor with a howling palm wind.

"Three Waves of the Yewspire River".

the latter wave pushed the former. Three layers of vigor continuously merged, finally converging into one, three times

In other words...

of the Yespire River was equivalent to three Lord of Wars attacking

three semi- Empyreans, surpassing the pinnacle of Lord of Wars. It was equivalent

What followed was earth-shattering.

fist vigor was no less powerful than the combined strike of 36 Martial Overlords, but it was continuously neutralized by the Three Waves of the Yewspire River. It faded and dissipated

Alexander's power remained.

of vigor following closely after another, the second wave just rising as the

overlapping,

of the

Truly unstoppable.

of the Heavenly Union Formation, Konrad took

felt like it was struck by a massive wave, his breath stagnated, and he was

individuals were crucial

the formation, arranged by the six Martial Overlords, collapsed

Alexander calmly watched Konrad on the ground. He shook

for a bit more of a challenge. Seems

you can't come up with something better, then you might as well

Execute Plan B, seize the offensive!" Seize the offensive? As the saying went, 'There is strength in numbers." Even a hero could not withstand a multitude. No matter how fast

the battle: to overwhelm him with numbers, even if it meant some of them would sustain