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

eye, a shockwave like a mini explosion tore through the

an incredible

“You’re hopelessly stubborn.”

lifting his

fist.

halted in its tracks.

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

mountain, absorbing Blaine’s full–powered blow

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was immediate

Before Alexander, Blaine could not even

Alexander flinch.

“Alexander…”

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

was incredibly strong, unbelievably so!

Forget about Zabaleta, even

Yet

brought her father to his knees. What kind

beyond her wildest

“What are you?”

in his bones, his voice filled with anger and disbelief. “There’s no way

“Who…exactly are you?!”

I’m the guy you don’t want to mess with!‘ Alexander mused to himself.

flicker of amusement as he ignored the Saunders

bodyguards did not even merit

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

said, settling back comfortably.

to Blaine and the

them.

“You…”

down, but the thought was fleeting–he lacked the

His gut screamed a warning: if he tried anything against Alexander, he would be signing his own death warrant.