His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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The sea stretched out endlessly, and Alexander was an unstoppable force of nature.

With each step, his feet unleashed a fury that sent waves rippling out in fierce circles. He leaned into his

sprint, his body angled forward at a sharp tilt, slicing through the air as he bore down on the fishing boat with

impossible speed.

His velocity was the stuff of legends, his power explosive, defying the limits of what mere mortals could understand. Not even the so-called Grandmasters of the fighter’s community, those peak titans with energy transformation, could hope to match him.

The thugs on the boat, who had taken Amber hostage, watched in horror as Alexander approached, a god

among men. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, their faces a canvas of fear.

Who was that man? How could he run atop the waves, his speed defying belief? Was he even human?

“Stay back, or I swear I’ll do it!”

It was the thug they called Viper who snapped to action first. He yanked out a gleaming dagger and pressed it to Amber’s throat, his voice a snarl of desperation. “Come any closer, and I’ll slit her throat!”

waiting for?! Shoot him! Fill him with holes!

get on this boat!”

in their hands.

guns they clutched were shady acquisitions from the black market with limited killing power and an effective range of just three to four hundred meters. To them, Alexander was nothing more than a speck

to hold their fire until he

eight hundred meters,

strode across the sea, his throat working nervously, swallowing hard. Then, with a sudden bellow, he commanded, “He’s

from their barrels, wrapped in a blood -red aura, sparking fiercely as

nothing compared to the

footstool, watched the fiery streaks slice through the night, his expression unaltered. He surged forward

sea exploded beneath him, sending up a massive wave over

if it were as natural

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“No, this can’t be!”

the bandits on the deck watched their guns shake

man walking on water really just

he jumped, the sea churned into a towering splash, propelling him over twenty meters into the

a human even do that? No way could Briscoe, the mighty head of the Hart

among fighters, leap that high

“We’re close enough!”