His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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The formidable supreme grand martial unleashed a full–powered strike. How terrifying was its might? In

the courtyard of the Ledger family villa, it was as if a miniature bomb had detonated.

A visible shockwave rippled swiftly along the ground, akin to the shockwave from an earthquake. It

effortlessly

lifted the entire ground, even causing the red Porsche at the villa’s entrance to tremble.

Such a palm strike could no doubt instantly kill an elephant!

“Sir Kane!”

“Mister Kanel”

At the villa entrance. Wanda, Kelvin, and Kelvin’s parents helplessly watched as Alexander suffered the

palm

strike. The color drained from their faces, and they were unable to hold back their cries.

Especially Wanda, who pushed the door from the back seat of the Porsche and rushed out.

That old man struck Sir Kane!

‘Why didn’t he run away? Why didn’t he move a muscle?! Was that old man so formidable, and Sir

Kane

couldn’t even see it coming?”

He seemed to have no reaction at all as if he were already dead.

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“It’s over.”

In the villa courtyard, Yorgos glanced at Alexander. He slowly pulled back his right hand, then turned

around

and nodded to Marcus on the steps of the living room.

“Mister Marcus, the deed is done. Alexander’s internal organs have been shattered, and he’s dead.”

Dead?

“Hahaha!”

Marcus cackled as he looked at Alexander’s lifeless body. He then smirked at Wanda, who was at the

villa entrance, with a lecherous gleam in his eyes. “Alexander died in the hands of an old man, Wanda,

just to help

you.

“If you’re sensible, crawl over here and give me a proper apology! If not…”

Marcus froze mid–sentence, his eyeballs wide.

his face.

Right under his nose, where Alexander apparently ‘died‘, a faint smile slowly appeared on his

“A supreme grand martial? Just an empty title.

He paid no attention to Marcus, his eyes narrowing as he focused on Yorgos, smiling. “You’ve made

the first move, and there are two more to come. Make use of this chance, and don’t disappoint me.”

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Yorgos‘ face fell. He took two steps back, eyes filled with astonishment.

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In that previous palm strike, he had given his all, leaving no room for hesitation. The terrifying force had

burst

forth, funneling entirely into Alexander’s body.

Judging from the sensation in his palm, Alexander should have had his internal organs shattered. He

should

have been a goner!

Why

was he not dead? Why was he standing here, talking and laughing as if nothing happened? This could

not

be possible!

“Sir Kane… He’s still alive!” Wanda, still at the villa’s entrance, watched Alexander’s back from a

distance. Hearing his hearty laughter, her tears stopped. Both hands clasped over her mouth as she

comprehended the

sight in awe.

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Sir Kane had not let her down. That old man could not harm Sir Kane at all!

“I must admit. Alexander–I underestimated you!”

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Three steps away. Yorgos‘ face contorted. Suddenly widening his stance, he firmly planted his feet in a

horse. stance, hands slowly waving in front of his chest. Fingertips were surrounded by a soft and

intertwining energy, forming a rapidly spinning sphere of vigorous and dominating energy.

He was preparing for a lethal strike.

This was his unrestrained and most powerful strike, embodying the spirit of a supreme grand martial

After a full five seconds of gathering strength, both palms shot forward simultaneously.

He roared, “This is the second move, Alexander. Meet your end!”

Boom!

It felt as if the grand was shaking.

Two withered and aged palms, enveloped by an unstoppable force, collided with Alexander’s chest.

“You have another chance, Yorgos!” Marcus shouted from behind, his expression arrogant. “Didn’t he

ask you. to strike three times? Combine the second and third strikes. Blast him into pieces!”

Yorgos executed a half–turn in place. His feet criss–crossed on the ground, bones within his body

cracking. and a whistling energy surged from deep within his abdomen. The palms also emanated a

layer of blood–red steam.

Burning his own life force, disregarding the impending backlash, he unleashed the final blow.

Like tumultuous waves, Alexander’s figure was completely engulfed!

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