His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0351

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“This can’t be happening…”

In the grand lobby of the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel, Blaine’s hands shook uncontrollably as he

gazed at the iron saber, stuck in the wall, his eyes glazed over in shock.

Was Alexander that powerful?

The rough–hewn iron saber, a Saunders family relic, was known to be sharper than any modem

alloy, a companion of his for over thirty years, nearly an extension of his own arm.

Armed with that blade, he had been unbeatable across Zabaleta, feared by martial arts masters

far and wide. Even the most notorious fighters in the underground rarely stood a chance against

him.

Yet, his formidable strike had been effortlessly deflected by Alexander with a mere flick of the

finger?

What level of power was that?

ease, one

To crush a martial arts heavyweight with such had to be at the ‘Martial Power level a

rank that in the Regulus Windsur military would place him among the elite, a Duke of War!

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“No, it can’t be, it just can’t. Dukes of War are rare, and you can’t be one of them!”

Blaine ground his teeth in a frenzy, “Alexander, I held back before, you’re not my equal. Years of

grueling training won’t be bested by you… Eat my fist!”

His punch exploded with his full might, his fist cloaked in a sheen of red, turbulent energy. It was as if

he had tapped into a hidden well of strength.

In the blink of an eye, a shockwave like a mini explosion tore through the air, hurtling toward

Alexander’s chest at an incredible speed.

“You’re hopelessly stubborn.”

Alexander chuckled and shook his head, casually lifting his cup to tap against Blaine’s incoming

fist.

The punch halted in its tracks.

That cup, nothing more than a piece of standard glassware from the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel’s

lobby, would normally shatter at the slightest drop. However, in Alexander’s grip, it was as

unyielding as a mountain, absorbing Blaine’s full–powered blow without a scratch.

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The verdict was immediate and decisive.

It was a total rout. Before Alexander, Blaine could not even crack a cup, much less make

Alexander flinch.

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“Alexander…”

Next to him, Miss Saunders watched her father’s arm shake uncontrollably. Then, seeing Alexander’s

amused smile, her face turned a shade paler.

He was incredibly strong, unbelievably so!

As the brainpower behind the Saunders family, she knew her father’s capabilities inside out. Forget

about Zabaleta, even the elite families from the north rarely gained an edge over him..

Yet

was Alexander, who had effortlessly brought her father to his knees. What kind of power did he wield?

It was beyond her wildest thoughts!

“What are you?”

Finally, Blaine pulled back his fist, fighting through the sharp pain in his bones, his voice filled with

anger and disbelief. “There’s no way Ol‘ Mare has a master like you. You’re not just some regular ex–

soldier, and definitely not some deadbeat son–in–law.”

“Who…exactly are you?!”

‘Who am I? I’m the guy you don’t want to mess with!‘ Alexander mused to himself.

Alexander’s smile was slight, a mere flicker of amusement as he ignored the Saunders father and

daughter duo. The family’s bodyguards did not even merit a glance from him.

With a relaxed air, he poured steaming coffee into cups for George and Ray. “Come on, let’s enjoy

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our coffee,” he said, settling back comfortably.

He sipped his coffee with his back to Blaine and the rest, an open display of how little he feared

them.

“You…”

Blaine’s anger simmered, his eyes boring into Alexander’s back. He fantasized about cutting Alexander

down, but the thought was fleeting–he lacked the guts for even a sneak attack.

He was a martial arts heavyweight, his instincts for danger razor–sharp. His gut screamed a warning: if

he tried anything against Alexander, he would be signing his own death warrant.

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“Dad.”

Roslyn Saunders, the family’s esteemed daughter, stepped closer and gave her father’s sleeve a

discreet pull. Her whisper was barely audible, “Mister Kane’s been merciful. We…should apologize.

Apologize?

The word hit Blaine like a splash of cold water, and his fiery presence began to subside.

Roslyn was right. His attempts to best Alexander had been effortlessly thwarted–not just a gap in their

abilities, but a vast gulf that could not be crossed.

What choice did he have but to apologize?

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If Alexander decided to turn lethal, the Saunders family might not walk out alive. The so–called ”

Zabaleta’s finest warrior‘ was nothing but a punchline in Alexander’s presence.

“Mister Kane.”

Blaine bit back a curse, his face twisted with shame. “Today, the Saunders family and I are in the

wrong. I can only hope for your forgiveness, Mister Kane. My nephew’s past mistakes… He’s paid

for them with his life. From now on…”

Crash!

The sudden explosion of noise cut Blaine off mid–sentence.

Just a stone’s throw away, the glass doors of the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel burst into a

spiderweb of shards as a swarm of toughs in black stormed through the wreckage.

“Alexander!”

Leading the charge were three men in suits, their authority unmistakable. They locked eyes with

Alexander, their voices echoing each other, filled with unbridled fury:

“You’ve crossed the three major families–what makes you think you can get away with it?!”

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