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'.

the air in the hallway seemed to

before it could graze

However, there

felt no shift in the air, yet his chest caved as if 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’,

A short distance away, the two remaining Grandmasters and a crowd of over a hundred muscular men were frozen in shock, their eyes wide as they

dead? I The

to the notorious Quinto, the \ unchallenged right-hand man of their entire operation, had perished without a whisper

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 through the crowd. Even the Grandmasters were yon edge, their teeth clenched

brothers. No retreat, we'll bury him under

technique! The narrow hallway, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side, was jam-packed. The crowd surged forward, each person driven by

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

leading the charge,

a single one was

including two martial arts Grandmasters and a cadre of over 30 I warriors wielding

were shattered, their inner channels and organs quaked, and their hard-earned powers were utterly

a fate worse than