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 full might, his fist cloaked in a sheen of red, turbulent energy. It was as

like a mini explosion tore through the air, hurtling toward

chest at an

“You’re hopelessly stubborn.”

chuckled and shook his head, casually lifting his cup to tap against

fist.

punch halted in its

the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel’s lobby, would normally shatter at the slightest drop. However, in Alexander’s

a mountain, absorbing Blaine’s full–powered blow

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was immediate and decisive.

Blaine could

Alexander flinch.

“Alexander…”

shake uncontrollably. Then, seeing Alexander’s amused

strong,

family, she knew her father’s capabilities inside out. Forget about Zabaleta, even the elite families from the north

Yet

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

was beyond her

“What are you?”

sharp 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 just some

“Who…exactly are you?!”

you don’t want to

smile was slight, a mere flicker of amusement as he ignored the Saunders father and

The family’s bodyguards did not even

steaming coffee into cups

coffee,” he said,

his back to Blaine and the rest, an

them.

“You…”

boring into Alexander’s back. He fantasized about cutting Alexander down, but

arts heavyweight, his instincts for danger razor–sharp. His gut screamed a warning: if he tried anything against Alexander, he would