His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0452 "Alexander, have you lost your mind?" Vicenzo snapped mentally.

Vicenzo's eyes locked onto Alexander's with a fierce intensity. He took in the sight of his 50-0dd men strewn across the dock in disarray and steeled himself.

This was it. It was then or never.

He took out Afred, then dove into the sea to make his getaway. Growing up by the shore had made him a strong swimmer.

Once he was in the water, he would rally his crew, and they would make sure Alexander paid with his life.

"This is on you!" he bellowed, his grip on the alloy knife tightening before he

brought it down hard toward Afred's neck.

That was the end.

In that instant, it did not matter if they were Afred, one of the 120 New Chesire Group employees, or even Ray standing on the dock—all instinctively shut their eyes.

They all knew Alexander was a force to be reckoned with, but Vicenzo was not the head of the Little Knife Society for nothing. His arm was sheathed in an invisible force, a clear sign of a seasoned fighter who had mastered his vital energy.

The knife was at Afred's throat, and it would take less than a blink to sever it.

With more than 20 meters between

Alexander and Vicenzo, the situation was dire. There was no one, no way, to snatch Afred from the clutches of Vicenzo's deadly blade.

Not even a pre-arranged sniper could act in time.

Alexander did not need a sniper.

As Vicenzo's knife flashed in the sunlight, Alexander moved —a simple step forward. Yet, in that motion, he seemed to grow larger, to stretch and warp the very space around him, casting a momentary haze through the air.

He had entered the fighter's unity level, unleashing the Lord of War domain.

Within 50 meters, the fierce sea breeze stilled as if hushed by an unseen force.

The churning waves below smoothed into a gentle lull. Time itself stretched, elongating every movement, every breath, as if the world had slipped into a slow-motion reel.

In that domain, conjured in the blink of an eye, life's tempo was lost.

All but Alexander's.

He stood unchallenged within his domain, lightly hopping off the cargo ship's deck. He effortlessly plucked the alloy dagger from Vicenzo's grasp and tossed it into the sea's embrace before springing back to the dock.

Whoosh! The domain dissipated.

The rescue and the confrontation were over in less than a heartbeat.

Alexander, then facing a stunned Vicenzo, offered a wry smile. "Care to

try that again?" Vicenzo froze. A chill sliced from his scalp to his heels, his body as if encased in ice, his mind void of thought.

What had just occurred? A mystery to all.

Vicenzo, Afred, the crowd of over 100 employees, and even Ray were dumbfounded.

All they knew was the dagger had disappeared from Vicenzo's hand, and Afred's neck remained untouched without a scratch.

Such was the might of Alexander's domain, the pinnacle of the fighter's unity level, the undisputed strongest Lord of War on the globe.

"No, this can't be happening. I was just dreaming..." Vicenzo stood on the deck, his world spinning, as he stared at his empty right hand in disbelief. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

His dagger had disappeared! One moment it was clenched in his grip, and the next, it was gone, like a fragment of some wild, unbelievable dream... Had Alexander done that? Was he even human? That was beyond the realm of human possibility! "Alexander!" Shaking off his daze, Vicenzo glared at Alexander with wild eyes, shouting, "1 don't care how powerful you are, you'll never break me! I have allies in the three great northern houses, all over

Rabaldiston! Lay a finger on me, and you'll regret it..." Alexander did not waste his breath on a ranting fool.

Why bother with such a nobody? "Ray." With a casual flick of his hand, Alexander decided Vicenzo's grim fate.

"Teach him a lesson he won't forget.

Maybe he'll do better in his next life."