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.

in wasting more words on the

chance and

you’re out of the picture, Ol’ Mare, Woolpackton, Tormora-all those underground rackets

the taking!”

“You first. Then tomorrow, Amber… But before she dies,

to savor that,” he

lunged forward,

force more daunting than their average Grandmaster. In 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.

split second, Leandro’s right hand might as well have been forged of steel, his fingertips gleaming with a brilliant, metallic shine. With a speed that

Nothing but an

leisurely rising, lightly

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paradox-slow to the eye, yet swift beyond measure. Even Asher, who knew nothing of fighters, could see the move clearly but

preempted the initial strike, a single point shattering

onlookers, Alexander’s finger was like a pre-set trap. Leandro’s palm, with deadly precision, smashed right into it. The clash was like metal on metal, a chilling sound

and blood

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

a gruesome spectacle that covered

“Bro. Brother!”

previously menacing, then stared with eyes wide, his face a mask of

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

Had Alex actually won?

family’s

Impossible!