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.

before it

there was

his bones and organs shattering. I He could not even scream. His body was \ flung back, slamming into

and a crowd of over a hundred muscular men were frozen in shock, their eyes wide as they gazed upon Gray Wolf's lifeless body. It was

dead? I The formidable

the \ unchallenged right-hand man of their entire operation, had perished without a whisper of resistance, his

supreme grand martial. No one of that state 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 word sent a shiver

our brothers. No retreat, we'll bury him under our numbers!" "Charge!" I "Attack!" i With that, the men cast aside any last shred of doubt. Their weapons—a whirlwind of sabers, clubs, and

side, was jam-packed. The crowd surged forward, each person

cradled his coffee, eyeing the \ ragtag mob before him. With a casual flick, he sent a spray of coffee droplets

with boundless force, struck the two Grandmasters leading the charge, effortlessly piercing their guts, and

a single

a cadre of over 30 I warriors wielding vital energy, were I devastated by those minuscule

inner channels and organs quaked, and their

was a fate worse