His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0256

‘As good as dead’?

The moment Alexander’s challenge hit the air, Leandro laughed maniacally, wild and unrestrained.

There he stood, the proud second son of the Jackman dynasty, not even thirty and already ranked eighty-third among the Chart of Fighters.

Even the seasoned fighters of the northern realms felt small in his shadow. Since his youth, he had been the

golden boy, one of the mightiest in his powerful clan.

The Jackman family was a northern powerhouse thanks to bruisers like him and, of course, his own iron-fisted

ways.

“It’s been ages since anyone’s had the guts to talk big in front of me!”

Leandro’s laughter faded, and he eyed Alexander with a sneer. “So, I hear you’re the one who took down the Ellis family and brought the Hart dynasty to its knees?

“Let me clue you in: Next to my Jackman family, those families are small fry, not even worth mentioning!

“Think you can mess with the Ellis and Harts and then step to the Jackman family? You’re dreaming! And it’s

not just you-even the mighty New Chesire Group is just a bug waiting to be squashed under the Jackman

boot!”

Alexander just shook his head, slow and deliberate.

There was no point in wasting

and blew

the picture, Ol’ Mare, Woolpackton,

the taking!”

a blur as he prepared to strike. “You first. Then tomorrow, Amber… But before

savor that,” he cackled

lunged forward, ready to

the blink of an eye, as he launched his attack, his figure turned hazy, his right hand seeming to grip an invisible force, creating a sharp,

Quicker than a flash.

gleaming with a brilliant, metallic shine. With a speed that defied sight, he struck at

Nothing but an

his right thumb leisurely rising, lightly pressing against the center of

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beyond measure. Even Asher, who knew nothing of fighters, could see the move clearly but could not grasp its

preempted the initial strike, a single point shattering the

Alexander’s finger was like a pre-set trap. Leandro’s palm, with deadly precision, smashed right into it. The

came a sharp hiss, and blood flew in all

ordinary metal, was impaled by Alexander’s lone finger, bone and

in a gruesome spectacle that

“Bro. Brother!”

ground, Matthew, previously menacing, then stared with eyes wide, his face a

bodyguards, and even Asher behind Alexander, were all struck dumb, shivering uncontrollably.

Had Alex actually won?

family’s second

Impossible!