Chapter 447
His Lordship Alexander Kane
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Still thought he could lay a claim to the token?
Not anymore.
In Regulus Windsur, the ranks of fighters were tightly guarded fortresses. From energy transformation Grandmasters to supreme
grand martials, from Martial Overlords to Unity Lords of
War, each new level was a leap across a vast gulf of power.
In the ranks of Wyvernaâs armed forces, a master of energy transformation could rise to war
general, but it took a supreme grand martial to earn the title of Baron of War.
Zane, an old-school bruiser with the Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist in his arsenal, could be an example. Even though he was in
the dominator league, he had a shot at being dubbed a Duke of
War.
However, to be a bona fide Duke of War, they had to be in the Martial Power league.
The four big shots, the Lords of War of Regulus Windsur, were on a whole other level-the âunity
level. They had their own turf. In it, they were unbeatable.
If there was anyone above the Lords of War in Regulus Windsur, well, that was still a mystery.
However, for then, in the world of martial arts, the Lords of War were the top dogs. Martial Power
took the crown when the Lords of War were off the scene.
Damian would have never guessed, not in a million years, that that kid, barely into his twenties,
was a Martial Power who had made it to the unity level!
âlm no Martial Power...â A thought crossed Alexanderâs mind.
With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Alexander gave Damian a calm stare. âIf you play your cards right, you could hit the
dominator level by forty. Stick to your training, and by sixty, reaching
Martial Power isnât out of the question.
âBut for now, trying to grab the martial arts alliance token is just embarrassing yourself. Better to
let the elder Zane hang onto it.â
With a subtle flick of his wrist, the token soared through the air.
The alliance rulerâs token flew from his grasp, landing softly in Zaneâs hand.
âTo bring shame upon oneself...â
Damian mulled over Alexanderâs recent words, his face losing its smugness as he suddenly
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bowed deeply, his voice laced with unmistakable shame. âI am grateful for the lesson. You've won
me over, completely.â
He offered a deep bow to Zane and the ten Yanker family Grandmasters behind him, then turned
on his heel and left with long strides without a backward glance.
True to his word.
Remaining would only add to his humiliation. That young man had shattered his pride, in Alexanderâs presence, he was but a
stumbling infant, light-years from the zenith of a true fighter.
âAlexander...â
Outside the Yanker family shrine, Zane clutched the alliance rulerâs token, his expression shifting, his feelings a tangled web.
He had already given Alexander credit for immense strength during their rooftop duel on the train, pegging him at the pinnacle of
dominance, but even that had been an understatement.
Alexanderâs actual might was that of a Martial Overlord, at the very least.
Such youthful mastery of martial prowess... It was downright chilling.
Behind Zane, the ten Yanker family Grandmasters shared his astonishment, struggling to grasp the reality of the moment.
Their whole lives, they had dreamed of one thing: to shatter the ceiling of Grandmaster and rise to the ranks of martial arts
heavyweight! Yet there stood Alexander, a young man of merely 25 or 26, who already made leaps and bounds down the
fighterâs path.
Given their abilities, becoming a Martial Power was a feat they never achieved in their lifetimes. In plain terms, they never kept
pace with Alexander, let alone overcome the âKing of Ol' Mareâ.
That was not hyperbole-it was a stark, unyielding truth.
âMister Yanker.â
The Yanker familyâs ancestral hall fell quiet once Damian departed. Alexander brought his hands together in a polite gesture and
got straight to business. âIâve come to ask for a favor. Iâm hoping you'll be open with me and help clear up some confusion.â
Zaneâs eyebrows quirked up.
Sure, Alexander had stepped in to save the Yanker familyâs status in the martial arts alliance. However, to ask for their help
without so much as a âpleaseâ?
What kind of manners were those?
Even for a young Martial Power, such arrogance was unbecoming.
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âZane, just a martial arts heavyweight, canât offer much to someone like Martial Power!â
His expression soured, and with a grunt, he said, âMartial Power, unless thereâs something else, the Yanker family plans to keep
to themselves, away from the worldâs eyes. Iâm sorry, but I canât help you. Goodbye.â
With those words, he turned to head back into the ancestral hall.
âSuch a fiery temper won't do you any favors,â Alexander remarked with a knowing smile as he
watched Zane storm off.
âListen up, Yankers, letâs play by the rules! If any one of you can handle just one move from me, I'll walk away, no strings
attached. Otherwise, you'll answer my questions, and itâs not a polite ask- it's a hard demand!â