Chapter 247

The sea stretched out endlessly, and Alexander was an unstoppable force of nature.

With each step, his feet unleashed a fury that sent waves rippling out in fierce circles. He leaned into his

sprint, his body angled forward at a sharp tilt, slicing through the air as he bore down on the fishing boat with

impossible speed.

His velocity was the stuff of legends, his power explosive, defying the limits of what mere mortals could understand. Not even the

so-called Grandmasters of the fighter’s community, those peak titans with energy transformation, could hope to match him.

The thugs on the boat, who had taken Amber hostage, watched in horror as Alexander approached, a god

among men. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, their faces a canvas of fear.

Who was that man? How could he run atop the waves, his speed defying belief? Was he even human?

“Stay back, or I swear I'll do it!”

It was the thug they called Viper who snapped to action first. He yanked out a gleaming dagger and pressed it to Amber’s throat,

his voice a snarl of desperation. “Come any closer, and I'll slit her throat!”

He turned to his cohorts and shrieked, “What are you waiting for?! Shoot him! Fill him with holes! Don’t let him

get on this boat!”

The other bandits were paralyzed with fear, their weapons trembling in their hands. None could bring themselves to pull the

trigger.

The target was still too far out of reach. The guns they clutched were shady acquisitions from the black market with limited killing

power and an effective range of just three to four hundred meters. To them, Alexander was nothing more than a speck in the

distance, at least a kilometer away from their fishing boat.

They had to hold their fire until he was within range.

“One kilometer, eight hundred meters, five hundred meters...”

Viper’s eyes were glued to Alexander as he strode across the sea, his throat working nervously, swallowing hard. Then, with a

sudden bellow, he commanded, “He’s in range! Fire!”

In that instant, the thugs unleashed a barrage, the alloy bullets streaking from their barrels, wrapped in a blood -red aura,

sparking fiercely as they hurtled toward Alexander.

“Small arms? This is nothing compared to the storm of steel on a battlefield!”

Alexander, with the sea as his footstool, watched the fiery streaks slice through the night, his expression unaltered. He surged

forward a few more steps before launching himself into the air with a mighty leap.

Like a dragon erupting from the depths, the sea exploded beneath him, sending up a massive wave over three meters high. His

silhouette soared over the hail of incoming fire, untouched.

Dodging bullets as if it were as natural as breathing.

“No, this can’t be!”

Stunned, the bandits on the deck watched their guns shake in their hands.

Had the man walking on water really just evaded their bullets with such ease?

The moment he jumped, the sea churned into a towering splash, propelling him over twenty meters into the air.

Could a human even do that? No way could Briscoe, the mighty head of the Hart family and a renowned

master among fighters, leap that high or react that swiftly!

“We're close enough!”

Right then, Alexander raced over the waves, quickly bearing down on the fishing boat, getting nearer and

nearer.

His gaze was fixed solely on Amber.

With a swift motion, he leaped again.

His feet barely touched the water’s surface as he propelled himself forward, his knees bent, channeling a burst

of energy like a dragon taking flight. He twisted and turned through the air, then stretched out his body

gracefully, landing on the fishing boat’s deck as lightly as a bird of prey with its wings unfurled.

He was on board!

“Stay back!”

The thugs on the deck were petrified, and one of them-Viper-held an alloy dagger to Amber’s soft neck, his

voice filled with panic. “Take one more step, and I'll cut her throat. Kill us, and all you'll have is her dead body!”