His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0457 tyevgen!" Ar With the crowd's eyes fixed on him, Zane stepped forward, determination blazing in his gaze. "Banishing evil is our calling as warriors. Today, I'm willing to risk the entire yanker family to ensure you don't leave Yewspire Mountain! "Take positions!" With a series of swift movements, nine Grandmasters sprang into action behind Zane, each claiming their spot.

They struck various poses: one balanced on a single foot, another sunk into a deep stance, some bent ina bow stance, while others sat with legs crossed on the ground. Nine warriors, nine stances, all distinct.

They formed the legendary Nine Palace Divine Ape Array, the most formidable strategy derived from the ancient — Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist.

Even Zane, facing such a daunting foe, was not certain of victory. That magical formation, a legacy of the Yanker ancestors crafted to take down the mightiest of foes, had not been revealed in nearly a century.

Once activated, the nine moved as one entity, their coordinated advance and retreat, coupled with Zane's strategic guidance at the core, could ensnare even a heavyweight with major level.

"Heh, heh." Yevgen, confronted with that formidable strategy, was far from intimidated. His grotesque face twisted

I into a sneer of blatant scorn.

In a blur, he vanished and reappeared. .

With a mere flicker, he seized a Yanker scion by the neck and taunted, "Has the Yanker family really fallen so low that they hid behind a magical formation to face me?" "Let's not kid ourselves about whether your fancy spellwork can hold me," he scoffed. "Even if it's got some kick, you really think I'd just stand around waiting for the end? What a joke!" His wrist snapped with lethal precision, crushing the neck of a Yanker heir with ease. He pulled back swiftly, a predator among prey, and snatched up two more Yankers, his grotesque grin wilder than before.

some

now?!" The air in front of the Yanker family's hall turned heavy with silence—a deathly

This was not a practice bout but a battle

whirlwind, never caught in their web.

youngsters would just

made it out alive, what good would it do if there was no one left to carry on the Yanker name? They would be

head to the Grandmasters, signaling them to pack up their magic show. Then he

he trying to rile him up? Yevgen's face remained impassive, his gaze on Zane as distant and detached as if he were staring down a ghost. His eyes narrowed, filled with a sudden ferocity, as he lunged at Zane like a predator in

it

a

as a tiger pouncing, swift as an eagle diving. The power in his hands screamed through the air, and inthe blink of an eye, he was upon

the essence of our Yanker family's Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist. Learn it well and leave at once, so our martial legacy will endure!" The air thundered with their collision, a testament to their formidable might! Yevgen was a whirlwind of brutality, his hands striking like savage claws, relentlessly targeting Zane's

set in grim determination,

precision of a master. The black iron rings on his wrists clanged sharply

iron; danced with the swiftness of the

to shatter mountains; shook the very

raw, unbridled power; their roars filled