His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0446

That guy… He was no ordinary fighter!

A muscle in Damian’s eye twitched as he locked eyes with Alexander, sizing him up in a heartbeat.

Alexander had burst onto the scene with a downright chilling speed, on par with the legends of the fighter community’s Grandmasters. Could Regulus Windsur really boast such a young prodigy

among their ranks? Damian knew he could not afford to underestimate him.

“Did you come for the alliance ruler’s token, too?”

His hands balled into fists, his left foot stepping forward, right leg bending into a ready stance. A surge of internal energy flowed from his core, racing through his veins and invigorating every muscle. His arms tensed, a soft golden glow emanating from them, a testament to his near- legendary prowess.

The pinnacle of the Grandmaster’s ultimate level.

To have reached such heights at barely 30, he stood out as a titan among his peers in the martial

world.

“You think you can spar with me? You’ve got the chops!”

felt almost tangible. “Just so you know, the combat techniques I’ve mastered

me faces

Chilling words, indeed.

hand casually flipped the

bothering to get ready, he simply extended his right index finger and beckoned to

flick. “Come at me. And make it quick, I’ve got places

The audacity!

fury as he let out a thunderous roar. His right foot slammed into the ground, the kickboxing techniques he had honed at Alstonberg propelling him forward with explosive speed. He hurtled toward

moved in a blur, his velocity skyrocketing with

and Alexander, his body a mere blur, a ghostly silhouette racing through the air. His right fist, trailing

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his ultimate move, the

feel the crushing force

reached out with a languid grace, his voice a whisper, “In the ranks of Wyverna’s youth, you might stand among the top twenty. But against

Thud!

was dull, heavy.

as if it had crashed against an unyielding mountain. His fist hung in the air, halted