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!”

exploded with his full might, his fist cloaked in a sheen of red, turbulent energy. It was as if he had tapped into a

like a mini explosion tore through the air, hurtling toward

chest at an incredible speed.

“You’re hopelessly stubborn.”

shook his head, casually lifting his cup

fist.

punch halted in its

more than a piece of standard glassware from the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel’s

Blaine’s full–powered blow without a

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verdict was immediate

a total rout. Before Alexander, Blaine could not

Alexander flinch.

“Alexander…”

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

incredibly strong, unbelievably so!

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

Yet

his knees. What kind of power did he wield?

beyond her wildest

“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

“Who…exactly are you?!”

don’t want to mess with!‘ Alexander mused to

mere flicker of amusement

did not even merit a glance from him.

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

said,

and the rest,

them.

“You…”

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

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