His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0446 That guy... He was no ordinary fighter! Amuscle in Damian’s eye twitched as he locked eyes with Alexander, sizing him up in a heartbeat.

Alexander had burst onto the scene with a downright chilling speed, on par with the legends of the fighter community’s Grandmasters. Could Regulus Windsur really boast such a young prodigy

among their ranks? Damian knew he could not afford to underestimate him. “Did you come for the alliance ruler’s token, too?”

His hands balled into fists, his left foot stepping forward, right leg bending into a ready stance. A surge of internal energy flowed from his core, racing through his veins and invigorating every muscle. His arms tensed, a soft golden glow emanating from them, a testament to his near- legendary prowess.

The pinnacle of the Grandmaster’s ultimate level.

To have reached such heights at barely 30, he stood out as a titan among his peers in the martial world.

“You think you can spar with me? You've got the chops!”

Damian squared off, his presence radiating a lethal intent that felt almost tangible. “Just so you know, the combat techniques I’ve mastered are all about the kill shot, never missing their target.

Anyone who falls to me faces only death!”

Chilling words, indeed.

Yet, Alexander’s grin never faltered. His left hand casually flipped the alliance ruler’s token, and without bothering to get ready, he simply extended his right index finger and beckoned to Damian with a taunting flick. “Come at me. And make it quick, I’ve got places to be.”

The audacity!

Damian’s eyes blazed with fury as he let out a thunderous roar. His right foot slammed into the ground, the kickboxing techniques he had honed at Alstonberg propelling him forward with explosive speed. He hurtled toward Alexander like a bullet from a gun.

His legs moved in a blur, his velocity skyrocketing with each step.

In a blink, he closed the gap between him and Alexander, his body a mere blur, a ghostly silhouette racing through the air. His right fist, trailing flames and light, seemed to burn with the friction of his speed.

A. +15 BONOS He unleashed his ultimate move, the Earth—-Shatter Strike.

It was a punch so fearsome, so filled with raw power, that even half a meter away, Alexander could feel the crushing force of the wind, like a bomb had detonated in the space between them, ready to blast him with unstoppable might.

“Fast, precise, fierce-this is getting interesting.” Alexander murmured with a wry smile. He reached out with a languid grace, his voice a whisper, “In the ranks of Wyverna’s youth, you might stand among the top twenty. But against me? You don’t stand a chance.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Thud!

The sound was dull, heavy.

Damian's devastating punch, which seemed like it could break through anything, was effortlessly stopped as if it had crashed against an unyielding mountain. His fist hung in the air, halted by an unseen force, inches from Alexander’s palm.

The verdict was clear—there was no contest.

A Grandmaster at his ultimate level was nothing before the might of the Lord of War.

“You... You’re beyond supreme grand martial... You're a Martial Overlord!” Damian’s face twisted in shock, staring at Alexander in disbelief as if he were a monstrous being.

He unleashed a punch with everything he had, a blow that would make even a novice Overlord back down. This kid, on the other hand, just brushed it off like it was nothing.

Achieving that was no longer within the realm of the supreme grand martial, and even the heavyweight ultimate level would have been utterly impossible. Only a Martial Overlord standing at the peak level of a fighter could have possibly accomplished it.

Those who surpassed Martial Power, who commanded their own domain in the “Unity Level“? They were the stuff of legends, the kind of titans who could be crowned Lords of War. He could not even fathom reaching those heights.

“It doesn’t matter how strong | am. What matters is, you've been beaten.” Alexander pulled back his right hand, toying with the alliance ruler token in his left, a sly smile playing on his lips.

“So, you still think you can lay a claim to this token?”