His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 96

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“Impossible. This can’t be happening…”

Walter looked aghast. He reflexively pulled back his right hand, crossing it with his left hand in front of

his chest.

This was his strongest defensive pose. On top of that, he was well-trained in the Ferocious Iron Shirt.

Even a steel bar coming down on him would at most only leave a little mark.

Alas, he was still too weak.

Alexander casually vanished and appeared right in front of Walter. He raised his right hand and gently

tapped Walter.

It might seem like he was moving in slow motion, but the power it contained was huge enough to move

mountains. It landed squarely on Walter.

Thump!

“Ah!” A heart-wrenching cry of pain rang out as Walter’s arms were instantly crushed. He flew

backward and slammed against the wall behind him before sliding down.

He spat out blood. His eyes rolled backward, and he passed out on the spot.

The entire place was in dead silence.

The bigwigs were tongue-tied. They could not believe their eyes.

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Here was Master Walter Ezekiel, the most famous monk in the underworld boxing ring. He never once

lost a battle. He could easily take down a ferocious bull with one punch.

His Ferocious Iron Shirt was a sight to behold, too. Even a metal beam hitting him would just feel like

scratching an itch to him.

Yet, the amazing Walter Ezekiel could not even take one hit from Alexander. Moreover, Alexander’s

hand looked gentle like he did not even exert any strength!

“Too weak.” Alexander scanned the crowd once more. He calmly shook his head. ” This isn’t even

enough for me to warm up. Who’s next? They better not be a disappointment.”

Frank clenched his fists. He was trembling.

Alexander was a seasoned fighter. He was definitely a powerful one!

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“D-Don’t be cocky!” he said through gritted teeth before turning to look at the fair-skinned man. His

eyes gleamed maliciously.

“Tom, it’s your turn. I’ll pay you one and a half million dollars. Take him down!”

The man named Tom gestured an ‘OK’ sign to Frank before moving his shoulders.

Crack!

He cracked his bones as a ball of energy erupted from him, tearing off his clothes. He looked downright

malicious as his muscles bulged.

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“Kane and George Severn are dead meat this time! They’ll surely die!” Frank was smug, knowing he

had the muscular Tom on his side.

Compared to Walter, Tom was the real deal.

He has been named The Devil for three consecutive years in the international underworld boxing ring.

He almost got the Supreme Devil Golden Belt. He was skilled in a dozen fighting techniques. His body

was almost inhumane.

He was like a ferocious beast. The energy that erupted from him was enough to shake a tank!

“You’re dead!” Tom skipped left and right with his legs crisscrossed. It was a technique called the

Butterfly Steps. He created a blurry hologram of himself. He threw a right hook at Alexander and swiftly

pounced.

Alexander shook his head and smiled. He merely raised his right foot and gently placed it down.

The Tomahawk Strike.

This technique was equally light and breezy as if Alexander was taking a walk in the park. In truth,

however, its speed was so quick it was hard to see. The moment he lifted his leg, it had already hit Tom

in the right shoulder.

Thud! Crack!

Tom spat a mouthful of blood and instantly fell to his knees. His kneecaps were busted. Blood

splattered from his knees all over the room.

He let out a muffled groan.

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His chest and internal organs were hit, too. The blood he spat out had bits and pieces of his internal

organs mixed in them.

He fell to the ground in one move.

His outcome was worse than Walter’s as he shuddered and slumped to the

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“Weak. Too weak.” Alexander shook his head. He went to the couch and sat down

before saying to Frank and the others.

“Who else? Bring it on.”

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