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Chapter 0256
‘As good as dead’?
The moment Alexander’s challenge hit the air, Leandro laughed maniacally, wild and unrestrained.
There he stood, the proud second son of the Jackman dynasty, not even thirty and already ranked
eighty-third among the Chart of Fighters.
Even the seasoned fighters of the northern realms felt small in his shadow. Since his youth, he had
been the
golden boy, one of the mightiest in his powerful clan.
The Jackman family was a northern powerhouse thanks to bruisers like him and, of course, his own
iron-fisted
ways.
“It’s been ages since anyone’s had the guts to talk big in front of me!”
Leandro’s laughter faded, and he eyed Alexander with a sneer. “So, I hear you’re the one who took
down the Ellis family and brought the Hart dynasty to its knees?
“Let me clue you in: Next to my Jackman family, those families are small fry, not even worth
mentioning!
“Think you can mess with the Ellis and Harts and then step to the Jackman family? You’re dreaming!
And it’s
not just you-even the mighty New Chesire Group is just a bug waiting to be squashed under the
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boot!”
Alexander just shook his head, slow and deliberate.
Enough with the chit-chat. There was no point in wasting more words on the so-called ‘second son.’ He
had
his chance and blew it.
“Once you’re out of the picture, Ol’ Mare, Woolpackton, Tormora-all those underground rackets are
mine for
the taking!”
Watching Alexander’s nonchalant shake, Leandro’s smirk grew wider, his hands a blur as he prepared
to strike. “You first. Then tomorrow, Amber… But before she dies, I’ll have to indulge in Ol’ Mare’s finest
beauty.
Can’t wait to savor that,” he cackled with anticipation.
With that, he lunged forward, ready to strike.
He was number eighty-three on the Chart of Fighters, a force more daunting than their average
Grandmaster. In the blink of an eye, as he launched his attack, his figure turned hazy, his right hand
seeming to grip an invisible force, creating a sharp, metallic screech as it sliced through the air.
Quicker than a flash.
In that split second, Leandro’s right hand might as well have been forged of steel, his fingertips
gleaming with a brilliant, metallic shine. With a speed that defied sight, he struck at Alexander’s chest
with a claw-like blow.
“Chart of Fighters eighty-third? Nothing but an empty title!”
Alexander remained unshaken, his right thumb leisurely rising, lightly pressing against the center of
Leandro’s
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His move was a paradox-slow to the eye, yet swift beyond measure. Even Asher, who knew nothing of
fighters, could see the move clearly but could not grasp its intricate mastery.
The counterattack was a masterstroke, a delayed action that preempted the initial strike, a single point
shattering the whole.
To the onlookers, Alexander’s finger was like a pre-set trap. Leandro’s palm, with deadly precision,
smashed right into it. The clash was like metal on metal, a chilling sound that echoed the impact.
Then came a sharp hiss, and blood flew in all directions.
Leandro’s palm, tougher than any ordinary metal, was impaled by Alexander’s lone finger, bone and
blood
erupting in a gruesome spectacle that covered his face.
“Bro. Brother!”
On the ground, Matthew, previously menacing, then stared with eyes wide, his face a mask of disbelief.
It was not just Matthew. The Jackman family’s three bodyguards, and even Asher behind Alexander,
were all struck dumb, shivering uncontrollably. Their hearts pounded as if they were about to burst from
their chests.
Had Alex actually won?
The Lackman family’s second son…defeated?
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“Because you’re simply too weak.”
Alexander pulled back his finger and with a swift flick, sent droplets of blood flying from his fingertip. He
locked eyes with Leandro, whose face twisted in anger, and asked in a hushed tone, “So, do you regret
letting
that chance slip by?”
Leandro’s eyes were red with fury. He gripped his wounded right hand with his left, blood rhythmically
dripping down. His face contorted in pain, teeth grinding audibly. “You shattered my best move in one
go… Alexander,
you’re ruthless!”
He spun on his heel, barking out, “Yaron!”
Nearby, the driver Yaron scurried from the sleek Maserati, his voice shaking, “Mister Leandro Jackman,
what’s…”
“Pay up!”
Leandro glared at Alexander, seething. “Do as he says. Whatever he asks, the Jackman family will
pay.”
Yaron nodded frantically, managing a nervous grin, and turned to Alexander with a bow. “Mister Kane,
just name your price, the Jackman family will…”
“You’ve got it all wrong.”
Alexander cut him off with a dismissive shake of his head, “I offered compensation before we started.
You
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His voice dropped to a chilling whisper, “I told you, you’re a dead man.”
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