His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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“This can’t be happening…”

In the grand lobby of the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel, Blaine’s hands shook uncontrollably as he gazed at the iron saber, stuck in the wall, his eyes glazed over in shock.

Was Alexander that powerful?

The rough–hewn iron saber, a Saunders family relic, was known to be sharper than any modem

alloy, a companion of his for over thirty years, nearly an extension of his own arm.

Armed with that blade, he had been unbeatable across Zabaleta, feared by martial arts masters

far and wide. Even the most notorious fighters in the underground rarely stood a chance against

him.

Yet, his formidable strike had been effortlessly deflected by Alexander with a mere flick of the

finger?

What level of power was that?

ease, one

To crush a martial arts heavyweight with such had to be at the ‘Martial Power level a

rank that in the Regulus Windsur military would place him among the elite, a Duke of War!

“No, it can’t be, it just can’t. Dukes of War are rare, and you can’t be one of them!”

Blaine ground his teeth in a frenzy, “Alexander, I held back before, you’re not my equal. Years of

grueling training won’t be bested by you… Eat my fist!”

his fist cloaked in a sheen of red, turbulent energy. It was as if he had tapped into a hidden well

blink of an eye, a shockwave like a mini explosion tore through the air, hurtling

at an incredible speed.

“You’re hopelessly stubborn.”

head, casually lifting his

fist.

punch halted in its tracks.

standard glassware from the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel’s lobby, would normally shatter at

Blaine’s full–powered blow without a

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verdict was immediate and

total rout. Before Alexander, Blaine could not even crack a cup,

Alexander flinch.

“Alexander…”

father’s arm shake uncontrollably. Then, seeing Alexander’s amused smile, her face turned a

incredibly strong, unbelievably so!

out. Forget about Zabaleta, even the elite families from the north rarely gained an

Yet

brought her father to his knees. What

beyond her

“What are you?”

anger and disbelief. “There’s no way Ol‘ Mare has a master like you. You’re not just some regular ex–soldier, and definitely not some deadbeat son–in–law.”

“Who…exactly are you?!”

am I? I’m the guy you don’t want to mess

amusement as he ignored the Saunders

family’s bodyguards did not even merit a

steaming coffee into cups for George and Ray. “Come on, let’s enjoy

he said, settling back

and the rest, an open display

them.

“You…”

anger simmered, his eyes boring into Alexander’s back. He fantasized about cutting Alexander down, but the thought was fleeting–he lacked the guts for even

for danger razor–sharp. His gut screamed a warning: if he