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'.

seemed to seize up. The

it could graze

there was

hammered, his bones and organs shattering. I He could not even scream. His body was \ flung back, slamming into the corridor wall, then dropped to the floor with a ‘snap’, limbs convulsing briefly

shock, their eyes wide as they gazed upon Gray Wolf's lifeless body. It was as if they had seen a specter; they simply could not . believe

I The formidable

to the notorious Quinto, the \ unchallenged right-hand man of their entire operation, had perished

ordinary 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

retreat, we'll bury him under our numbers!" "Charge!" I "Attack!" i With that, the men cast aside any last

to walk side by side, was jam-packed. The crowd surged forward, each person driven by a feverish

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

filled with boundless force, struck the two Grandmasters leading the charge,

a single one

including two martial arts Grandmasters and a cadre of over 30 I warriors wielding vital energy, were

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

a fate