Chapter 0408

He was there.

Alexander

Roslyn’s heart pounded at the crossroads of life and death, and her eyes flew open in disbelief.

Barely two meters away. Alexander stood, his silhouette as unyielding as a mountain. With just two fingers, he effortlessly caught the descending blade, a veritable fortress that shielded her

from harm.

“Alexander? That’s some skill!”

At the heart of the circle of nine Grandmasters, Tristan’s hand was locked on his blade’s hilt, his

muscles twisting like serpents. His energy erupted with the ferocity of a landslide and tidal wave,

hammering crazily at Alexander’s unyielding fingers. The clash boomed like a raging sea at the

Saunders villa entrance.

Slay

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The impact was thunderous.

Where the blade met Alexander’s fingers, it was as though a grenade had exploded, a pale

shockwave rippling out for yards on end.

fingers stood unshaken as if forged from the strongest superalloy.

not even quiver under the assault of such fearsome

shivered with a mix of fear and awe.

the epitome

was

witnessed Alexander’s strength before, but never in her wildest dreams did she imagine

that terrifying, that utterly

fortress, offering her an overwhelming

*Alvaro. Barak!”

a seasoned warrior on the brink of domination, did not

band

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

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forth, each wielding a matching ring–shaped alloy blade. One aimed a horizontal slash, the other a diagonal strike, both targeting Alexander’s left temple and right flank.

Grandmasters sprang into

were forces to be reckoned with, each brimming with a powerful energy transformation. They launched their attacks with precision–some with the flash of

every conceivable angle,

a death blow in the making.

and earth were colliding. As they unleashed their power, a vacuum formed in the

outshine the sun?” Alexander quipped with a

and whispered, “Close your

words, he lifted his left hand as if he could set the sky on fire. His fingers danced–a simple gesture, yet commanding. He unleashed his fury with a

sound was earth–shattering.

Cups on the coffee table shattered into dust, and everyone inside, including Blaine, Cingen, and the 120 swordsmen, turned

was yet to

pillars, vibrated with such intense power that the air itself seemed to pulse in harmony, ripping through the vacuum the

radiated

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