His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0351

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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!”

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

the blink of an eye, a shockwave like a

chest at an

“You’re hopelessly stubborn.”

head, casually lifting his cup to tap against

fist.

in its tracks.

more than a piece of standard glassware from the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel’s lobby, would normally shatter

mountain, absorbing Blaine’s

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was immediate

Alexander, Blaine could not even crack a cup, much

Alexander flinch.

“Alexander…”

watched her father’s arm shake uncontrollably. Then, seeing Alexander’s amused smile,

incredibly strong, unbelievably

out. Forget about Zabaleta, even

Yet

to his

was beyond her

“What are you?”

through the 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 regular ex–soldier, and definitely not some deadbeat son–in–law.”

“Who…exactly are you?!”

the guy you don’t want to mess with!‘

of amusement as

family’s bodyguards did not even merit a glance from him.

poured steaming coffee into cups for George and Ray.

coffee,” he said, settling back comfortably.

the rest, an open display of how

them.

“You…”

fantasized about cutting Alexander down, but the thought was fleeting–he lacked the guts for

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