My legendary class is Husband Of Deathwill Sisters?

Chapter 325: Nothing stops me from betting my life

It wasn’t really Alex’s style to stop a man in such a way.

It would be enough to extend his hand, barring the lion king’s face. In this way, Alex would’ve avoided physical contact, drawing the vulgar man’s attention to himself.

Alex also wasn’t a person who wanted to make enemies with a haughty attitude. He would rather want people to look at him in a friendly way, having a good reputation worldwide.

He preferred to look at people in a good way, either neutral or close to friends.

He wasn’t the antagonist, after all.

“Me,” Alex still acted arrogantly, altering his principles. After taking a few steps forward, everyone’s eyes fell on him.

They could see through his level, which was just a little above one hundred._.

Yet, Alex’s strength was enough to hurl away the lion king, whose body and power had been nurtured for years, being higher by nearly fifty levels.

Alex didn’t flinch with so many people hovering their attention on him. He didn’t mind them probing into his level, for he would’ve done the same in their place.

He stared at the man who had sprung up onto his two feet.

“I will break your spine and have your head dig into your ass, human!” the lion king howled, his body erupting with his peculiar mana. He buffed more, his sharp lion features heightening.

His long mane became even longer, fangs sprouted from his mouth, and his skin grew yellow. He became closer to his beast’s side while keeping human characteristics.

Alex stood with his arms crossed, gazing at the transformation, seemingly unfazed. He believed that the lion king would be indeed a good challenge to him, yet Alex couldn’t see himself losing against him.

And it would hurt his already strong image should he show some worry.

“You aren’t so creative, are you? Isn’t that what I said to you, just in a fast and better way?” Alex replied, his powers coming out from him. White wings and four other arms sprouted from his body, heightening his strength and stats.

The highest quality swords appeared in each new hand, sharpening Alex’s already abundant presence. And when he channeled his swordsmanships, the pressure became quite unbearable for the younger generation, whose levels hang around Alex’s.

The Lion King, Burford Fang, narrowed his eyes, a faint bead of sweat trickling down his temple as Alex’s presence alerted his instincts. He didn’t become smaller before the human with peculiar abilities.

But if this show of skills continued, Alex’s presence would win by a large margin.

In this case, Burford thought of a simple solution, a battle. He would pounce at Alex, fighting him head-on with all people and other kings looking at them.

Having skills was one thing, and using them was another. There was a chance that Alex couldn’t correctly wield his power.

But as if seeing through him, a familiar voice rang out, “Could you tone down your gritting teeth, Burford?”

Anais called out one of her king buddies, smiling at him with her dazzling smile. She always looked like she could see through everyone; it was the same here.

Burford blinked, lowering his eyes, “Have I been gritting teeth?”

While he wondered about it, Anais’ beautiful hues landed on Alex. Her smile became more compelling and sweeter, as if she had developed an interest in him.

The fox girl parted her lips, ending the show between Alex and Burford in just a few words, “We have arrived here to have chess games to decide our future. As someone affiliated with forest fairies, you are a part of their younger generation, young man.

You are free to have a clash with us, too. But as beasts never forget and give up on their shame, Burford won’t let you go until you two settle it down.

Therefore, I propose an exception. You two will clash on the chessboard. Is there any objection?” she asked, reflecting Yumia and Alex’s faces in her eyes.

ɴ[0)ᴠᴇʟ Yumia didn’t comment, believing in her in-law.

Alex nodded, recalling games he had played with his mother-in-law. She was intelligent and strong, and he believed he could use her methods to score a few wins for the Green Kingdom’s forces.

“I agree,” Alex said, his arms and wings returning to his body. His enemy, the lion king, ate all words he wanted to say, though.

Burford recked his brain before erupting with laughter, “I have years of experience, human! It’s also more than just a formal chess game! We need a bet between us!

If I win, I get those women!” Burford roared, locking his eyes on Alex’s wives, including Remia.

Forest fairies glared at him while Schnee showed a middle finger. Yumia narrowed her eyes while Sara’s expression remained stoic, yet her eyes shimmered with disgust.

Alex titled his head, “I refuse.”

“So you don’t believe in yourself, human,” Burford taunted, his smirk wider.

Alex shook his head, waving his hand, “Even if I had skills of Jan-Krzysztof Duda, I wouldn’t bet lives of my girls, for I would never exchange them for someone else or any other power.

They will be with me until death part us apart. That said, nothing stops me from betting my life,” Alex said, pushing the chair away to take a seat like a boss, “And you are free to bet your life, if you aren’t scared, that is.”

“What’s your name, human?” Burford asked, drawing the chair closer to himself. He then sat down like a gangster, not a king. His question flared the hearts of many demi-humans, for they could see that he looked differently at Alex already.

Alex smiled, revealing his teeth, “Alexander Deathwill.”

Burford grinned, extending his hand forward, hovering it above all pieces on the chessboard, “Your life will be mine.”

Alex mysteriously smiled, bringing his hand closer to the clock, “We’ll see.”

And as these two prepared for a clash, everyone else took seats by the vast table with many chessboards lining up seamlessly in a row.

The battle thus started.