Chapter 300
His Lordship Alexander Kane
âNo way, this canât be happening!â
In the Sunlight Clubâs main hall, Andrewâs eyes narrowed in shock as he watched Hec and Hunterâs 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 fightersâ 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 fightersâ 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 Olâ Mare come to
possess such a formidable expert?!
âRay, youâre dragging your feet.â
Alexander, ever so composed, took another leisurely sip of his coffee before shaking his head slowly. âIf that
final slash had been just a tad quicker, you wouldn't have just nicked a finger, youâd have taken off a whole
wrist.
âFrom this day on, you swing that blade of yours ten thousand times a day, no excuses, no shortcuts!â
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 Alexâs 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.
âWho are you?!â
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... youâre no amateur!â
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âWe'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 Lordâs name? Not a chance.
âDid I overhear you guys were after Wanda?â
Alexanderâs voice was steady, his gaze unflinching as he faced Andrew, Hec, and Hunter. âLeave the thumb as
a souvenir, and beat it back to where you came from. No thumb, no mercy-take your pick.â
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 fightersâ community they had encountered were far from
matching up!
âNice moves, and what an attitude!â
Andrew bit back his rage, his hand slowly leaving the knife at his side. With a deep, respectful nod to
Alexander, he said, âThe 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!â
With those biting words, he turned on his heel, Hec and Hunter in tow, and they started to walk away.
âIt seems you didnât quite catch my words.â
Alexanderâs voice was chillingly even as he watched them go. To Andrew and his friends, though, it boomed like thunder in their
heads. âI didnât say walk away-I said get lost!
âAnd remember your thumbs-one from each of you. Leave them here!â
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.
âDon't go too far!â
Andrew stopped dead in his tracks, spinning around to glare at Alexander heatedly. âEveryone has their limits, and thereâs always
someone tougher! Donât think the Ledger family is scared of you, our young master...â
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 Andrewâs right thumb.
âNow, you can beat it.â
Alexander pulled back his hand and casually lifted three fingers. As he began to speak, his index finger curled down. âStart the
countdown, roll out of here or itâs game over!
âThree.â
âTwo...
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 clubâs front door. They were a complete mess.