His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0300

“No way, this can’t be happening!”

In the Sunlight Club’s main hall, Andrew’s eyes narrowed in shock as he watched Hec and Hunter’s

thumbs hit

the floor. His heart lurched.

He knew what Hec and Hunter were capable of.

These two individuals were widely renowned in the domestic fighters’ community, excelling in

coordinated martial techniques. Their synergy went beyond the simple arithmetic of one-plus-one. By

taking the initiative, they could even put a dominant figure in the fighters’ community at a disadvantage.

All that, and some nobody just chopped off their fingers with a single, swift cut?

The dark-skinned man before them, while not lacking in strength, at best possessed vital energy. There

was still a significant gap between him and a Grandmaster in the fighter community, they operated on a

whole

different level!

Yet, could it be that the young man lounging on the couch, with just a few offhand tips, had enabled a

vital energy fighter to leapfrog the ranks and take down not one, but two Grandmasters?

Even having seen it with his own eyes, he found it hard to swallow. How on earth did Ol’ Mare come to

possess such a formidable expert?!

“Ray, you’re dragging your feet.”

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Alexander, ever so composed, took another leisurely sip of his coffee before shaking his head slowly.

“If that

final slash had been just a tad quicker, you wouldn’t have just nicked a finger, you’d have taken off a

whole

wrist.

“From this day on, you swing that blade of yours ten thousand times a day, no excuses, no shortcuts!”

Ray sheathed his alloy saber and bowed deeply to Alexander, his heart pounding with excitement.

In the days under Alexander’s tutelage, both George and Ray had seen their abilities skyrocket.

However, with

so little time, their vital energy levels could not just skyrocket overnight, they were climbing steadily.

If he had to face those two Grandmasters on his own, he would be a goner for sure. However, with

Alex’s off-

the-cuff advice, he could punch way above his weight class and knock out two Grandmasters with a

single

move.

What could be more thrilling than that?

Sticking with Alexander was hands-down the smartest move he had ever made.

“Who are you?!”

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In that tense moment, Hec and Hunter had just scooped up their severed thumb from the dirt, their

hands slick

with blood, faces twisted in agony. They stared at Alexander, eyes wide with a mix of fear and

recognition.

Nobody has moves like that… you’re no amateur!”

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“We’ve crossed paths with some top-notch fighters back home. So, who taught you? Come on, give us

a name!

Alexander just chuckled and shook his head.

Did these men think they deserved to know the War Temple Lord’s name? Not a chance.

“Did I overhear you guys were after Wanda?”

Alexander’s voice was steady, his gaze unflinching as he faced Andrew, Hec, and Hunter. “Leave the

thumb as

a souvenir, and beat it back to where you came from. No thumb, no mercy-take your pick.”

Andrew, Hec, and Hunter were silent, teeth clacking in fear. They did not dare make a peep.

Those guys were top-tier fighters, masters of energy transformation, but they knew they were

outclassed. Alexander could spot a flaw in their moves with just a glance, and his presence was like a

hidden storm- impossible to measure.

At that level, even the dominant figures in the fighters’ community they had encountered were far from

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matching up!

“Nice moves, and what an attitude!”

Andrew bit back his rage, his hand slowly leaving the knife at his side. With a deep, respectful nod to

Alexander, he said, “The Zabaleta Ledger family concedes today! Should you ever come to Zabaleta,

we’ll roll

out the red carpet for you. Until our paths cross again!”

With those biting words, he turned on his heel, Hec and Hunter in tow, and they started to walk away.

“It seems you didn’t quite catch my words.”

Alexander’s voice was chillingly even as he watched them go. To Andrew and his friends, though, it

boomed like thunder in their heads. “I didn’t say walk away-I said get lost!

“And remember your thumbs-one from each of you. Leave them here!”

What?!

Hec and Hunter were somewhat relieved. Their fingers were already gone, so no more pain for them.

However,

Andrew, who had not acted earlier, still had his thumbs. Then…

It was a choice between death or self-mutilation.

“Don’t go too far!”

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Andrew stopped dead in his tracks, spinning around to glare at Alexander heatedly. “Everyone has their

limits, and there’s always someone tougher! Don’t think the Ledger family is scared of you, our young

master…”

In a blur, Alexander closed the distance, his fingers deftly flicking.

With a sharp hiss, the gleaming alloy long knife at Andrew’s waist flew out of its sheath. The blade

glinted and sliced through the air, neatly severing Andrew’s right thumb.

“Now, you can beat it.”

Alexander pulled back his hand and casually lifted three fingers. As he began to speak, his index finger

curled down. “Start the countdown, roll out of here or it’s game over!

“Three.”

“Two…

Andrew and Hec Hunter were scared out of their wits, not waiting for Alexander to finish counting. They

did not dare stick around or even think about fighting back. They could not even muster a final defiant

word and just

collapsed to the ground with a thump.

Particularly Hec and Hunter, who had just managed to retrieve their severed limbs, quickly tossed them

aside and tumbled out after Andrew, making a sorry exit from the club’s front door. They were a

complete mess.

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