His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0655 { Was Alexander truly a legendary supreme grand martial? The answer was a resounding no.

He was not just any supreme grand martial. He was the undefeated Lord of War, the mightiest warrior revered worldwide, standing four whole levels above any Grandmaster.

"He's done for. He's a dead man!" Five meters away, the Gray Wolf's blade I arced through the air, his eyes locked onto Alexander's, alight with a fierce excitement.

He had landed the perfect ambush.

Alexander, coffee in his right hand, casually tapped the hotel's service counter with his left, seemingly oblivious to the attack.

~ No reaction? That spelled doom.

y Faced with such a surprise attack, even a deadly strike from an Apex of —= Grandmaster would mean certain death for someone, even a Peak Supreme Grand Martial, caught off guard without any defenses! However, then...

"A sneak attack? Bold move, but sadly, it's too feeble." Alexander's left index finger curled slightly. Without sparing a glance at the descending blade, he tapped the counter and said, "You're looking for a swift end? I'll oblige.

"You'll die fast, and painlessly." As his voice faded, his fingertip lightly struck the counter, emitting a crisp 'snap'.

hallway seemed to seize up. The blade's

it could

However, there

no shift in the air, yet his chest caved as if hammered, his bones and organs shattering. I He could not even scream. His

men were frozen in shock, their eyes wide as they gazed upon Gray

dead? I The

unchallenged right-hand man of their entire operation, had perished without

could wield such fearsome strength! "Dying by my hand is a privilege," Alexander declared. He had just stepped out from behind the service counter, casually holding a cup of coffee in his j right hand. After taking a small sip, he gazed calmly at the horde before him and said disinterestedly, "If you're eager for the same privilege, I won't hesitate to oblige." Privilege? The

supreme grand martial, how many can he take down? Whoever's left standing must avenge our brothers. No retreat, we'll bury him under our numbers!" "Charge!" I "Attack!" i With that,

The crowd surged forward, each person driven by a feverish determination, launching a frenzied charge at Alexander! "Ants,

casual flick, he sent a spray of coffee droplets flying, his voice devoid of feeling.

two Grandmasters leading the charge, effortlessly piercing their guts, and then, unstoppable, they tore through the ranks, impaling over

a single one

of over 30 I warriors wielding vital

Their cores were shattered, their inner channels and organs quaked, and

was a fate worse than