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Chapter 0408
He was there.
Alexander
Roslyn’s heart pounded at the crossroads of life and death, and her eyes flew open in disbelief.
Barely two meters away. Alexander stood, his silhouette as unyielding as a mountain. With just two
fingers, he effortlessly caught the descending blade, a veritable fortress that shielded her
from harm.
“Alexander? That’s some skill!”
At the heart of the circle of nine Grandmasters, Tristan’s hand was locked on his blade’s hilt, his
muscles twisting like serpents. His energy erupted with the ferocity of a landslide and tidal wave,
hammering crazily at Alexander’s unyielding fingers. The clash boomed like a raging sea at the
Saunders villa entrance.
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The impact was thunderous.
Where the blade met Alexander’s fingers, it was as though a grenade had exploded, a pale
shockwave rippling out for yards on end.
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Surprisingly, Alexander’s fingers stood unshaken as if forged from the strongest superalloy. He
did not even quiver under the assault of such fearsome power!
“Mister Kane…” Behind Alexander, Roslyn shivered with a mix of fear and awe.
This was the epitome of manhood.
was
She had witnessed Alexander’s strength before, but never in her wildest dreams did she imagine
he could be that formidable, that terrifying, that utterly beyond belief!
He was an unbreachable fortress, offering her an overwhelming sense of safety.
*Alvaro. Barak!”
Tristan, a seasoned warrior on the brink of domination, did not hesitate. He bellowed, “Alexander’s
might is unmatched. We must band together and take him down!”
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
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From Tristan’s flanks, the Quickle brothers, Alvaro and Barak Quickle, burst forth, each wielding a
matching ring–shaped alloy blade. One aimed a horizontal slash, the other a diagonal strike, both
targeting Alexander’s left temple and right flank.
Meanwhile, six other Grandmasters sprang into action.
True to their title, these Grandmasters were forces to be reckoned with, each brimming with a powerful
energy transformation. They launched their attacks with precision–some with the flash of long swords,
others with the arc of broadswords, and a few with the swing of staffs.
They came at Alexander from every conceivable angle, leaving no room for escape.
It was a death blow in the making.
When the nine Grandmasters combined their might, it was like the heavens and earth were colliding.
As they unleashed their power, a vacuum formed in the air, invisible but deadly.
“A tiny pearl trying to outshine the sun?” Alexander quipped with a dismissive smile. He glanced
back at Roslyn and whispered, “Close your eyes.”
With those words, he lifted his left hand as if he could set the sky on fire. His fingers danced–a simple
gesture, yet commanding. He unleashed his fury with a single, resonant, “Scram!”
The sound was earth–shattering.
A roar like a monstrous beast echoed as the Saunders family villa trembled to its core. Cups on the
coffee table shattered into dust, and everyone inside, including Blaine, Cingen, and the 120
swordsmen, turned ghostly white as their ears rang with the thunderous blast.
However, the true horror was yet to come.
Alexander’s fingers, like titanic pillars, vibrated with such intense power that the air itself seemed to
pulse in harmony, ripping through the vacuum the Grandmasters had created.
The force radiated outward.
In a 20–meter radius around Alexander, a zone of death emerged. The Grandmasters, Tristan
included, watched in horror as their very flesh and blood began to disintegrate before their eyes-
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In the blink of an eye, the sleeves of the nine Grandmasters were gone, their arms stripped of skin and
flesh, leaving nothing but the stark white of their bones exposed.
What kind of strength was that? That was the power of the mightiest alive!
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Temple Lord Kane, the globally revered Lord of War, with what seemed like a mere flick of his
wrist, had crippled the arms of the nine Grandmasters.
The Quickle brothers, proud of their signature martial move, did not even get the chance to show
it off.
The difference in their abilities was just too overwhelming!!
“No way, this can’t be!”
After that single devastating move, the Grandmasters staggered back in shock, staring at their arms,
then nothing but bloody skeletons.
They stared at Alexander, who stood there as if nothing had happened. They could not believe what
they saw, could not fathom their own defeat!
They gazed at Alexander with fear as if he were a monstrous creature from a time long forgotten, their
voices shaking uncontrollably.
“What kind of move was that, what kind of power do you have?”
“Just who are you?!”
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