His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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Chapter 0447

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 Wyverna’s 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 ‘unity‘

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.

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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!

‘I’m no Martial Power…‘ A thought crossed Alexander’s mind.

With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Alexander gave Damian a calm stare. “If you play your cards

right, you could hit the dominator level by forty. Stick to your training, and by sixty, reaching

Martial Power isn’t out of the question.

“But for now, trying to grab the martial arts alliance token is just embarrassing yourself. Better to

let the elder Zane hang onto it.”

With a subtle flick of his wrist, the token soared through the air.

The alliance ruler’s token flew from his grasp, landing softly in Zane’s hand.

“To bring shame upon oneself…”

Damian mulled over Alexander’s recent words, his face losing its smugness as he suddenly

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bowed deeply, his voice laced with unmistakable shame. “I am grateful for the lesson. You’ve won

me over, completely.”

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.

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True to his word.

Remaining would only add to his humiliation. That young man had shattered his pride, in Alexander’s

presence, he was but a stumbling infant, light–years from the zenith of a true fighter.

“Alexander…”

Outside the Yanker family shrine, Zane clutched the alliance ruler’s 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.

Alexander’s 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 fighter’s 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 ‘King of Ol‘ Mare‘.

That was not hyperbole–it was a stark, unyielding truth.

“Mister Yanker.”

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The Yanker family’s ancestral hall fell quiet once Damian departed. Alexander brought his hands

together in a polite gesture and got straight to business. “I’ve come to ask for a favor. I’m hoping you’ll

be open with me and help clear up some confusion.”

Zane’s eyebrows quirked up.

Sure, Alexander had stepped in to save the Yanker family’s status in the martial arts alliance. However,

to ask for their help without so much as a ‘please‘?

What kind of manners were those?

Even for a young Martial Power, such arrogance was unbecoming.

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“Zane, just a martial arts heavyweight, can’t offer much to someone like Martial Power!”

His expression soured, and with a grunt, he said, “Martial Power, unless there’s something else, the

Yanker family plans to keep to themselves, away from the world’s eyes. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.

Goodbye.”

With those words, he turned to head back into the ancestral hall.

“Such a fiery temper won’t do you any favors,” Alexander remarked with a knowing smile as he

watched Zane storm off.

“Listen up, Yankers, let’s 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 it’s not a polite ask- it’s a

hard demand!”

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