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!”

red, turbulent energy. It was as if he had

eye, a shockwave like a mini explosion

an

“You’re hopelessly stubborn.”

shook his head, casually lifting his cup to tap against Blaine’s

fist.

in its tracks.

a piece of standard glassware from the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel’s lobby, would normally shatter at the slightest drop. However,

absorbing Blaine’s

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was immediate and decisive.

total rout. Before Alexander, Blaine could not even crack

Alexander flinch.

“Alexander…”

to him, Miss Saunders watched her father’s arm shake uncontrollably. Then, seeing Alexander’s amused smile, her face

was incredibly strong, unbelievably

Forget about Zabaleta, even the elite families

Yet

effortlessly brought her father to his knees. What kind of power

was beyond her wildest

“What are you?”

pain in his bones, his voice filled with anger and disbelief. “There’s no way Ol‘ Mare has a master like you. You’re not

“Who…exactly are you?!”

don’t want to mess with!‘ Alexander mused

amusement as he

duo. The family’s bodyguards did not even merit a glance

air, he poured steaming coffee into cups for George and Ray. “Come on,

he said, settling

his back to Blaine and the rest, an open display of how little he

them.

“You…”

eyes boring into Alexander’s back. He fantasized about cutting Alexander down, but the thought was fleeting–he lacked the

razor–sharp. His gut screamed a warning: if he tried anything against