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".

dynasty of Wyverna. Like three successive giant waves, the latter wave pushed the former. Three layers of vigor continuously merged, finally converging into one, three times stronger

In other words...

the Three Waves of the Yespire River was equivalent to

pinnacle of

What followed was earth-shattering.

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 rapidly, ultimately

Alexander's power remained.

seemed endless like the continuous flow of the Yespire River, one wave of vigor following closely after another, the second wave just rising as the third

palms overlapping, doubling

strike after becoming a semi-Empyrean. It was without activating the Domain of the Lord of War, relying solely on the energy of his energy source, unleashing his

Truly unstoppable.

of the Heavenly Union Formation, Konrad took the

like it was struck

individuals were

arranged by

on the ground. He

more of a challenge. Seems I

can't come up with something better,

within. His face contorted with madness as he warned, "Everyone, Alexander's strength is extraordinary. We can't confront him head-on! 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 Alexander's

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