"You! How dare you humiliate my student," bellowed Master Andrew, his fury evident as he rose from his seat.Master Eliza though didn't know Alexander, Alexander had defended his school's honour so hs definitely wouldn't let Alexander get hurt. He stood up and looked at Master Andrew, if Master Andrew made a move, he would intercept him and strike as well.Alexander, however, remained unperturbed by Master Andrew's outburst, maintaining his composure as he calmly declared, "Two seconds left."The young man whose neck was tightly clasped by Alexander was almost out of breath so he made a sign of surrender.The moment Alexander let him go, he confessed, "I admit, I'm at the lower level of the Warrior Realm. My master made me hide my strength and pretend to be in the Disciple realm so we can win."The entire crowd fell into stunned silence, their collective gasps echoing through the room."What nonsense are you sprouting boy?" Master Andrew said while trying to silence the young man as h
"You little rascal," Master Tobias muttered in disdain as he emerged from the seclusion of his chambers, a scowl etched on his face. With a swift, forceful motion, he launched a punch aimed squarely at Alexander. Remarkably, the sheer kinetic energy from the punch alone sent Alexander hurtling through the air, sparing him the actual impact.Observing this turn of events, Master Tobias couldn't help but let a sly grin form on his lips. "Now, this promises to be quite entertaining," he mused.Winded and disheveled, Alexander staggered backward, his appearance a testament to the intensity of that near-missed punch.Master Tobias, seemingly disinterested in Alexander's condition, shifted his attention to Master Eliza, inquiring about the anniversary celebration at the Floral Academy. In meticulous detail, Master Eliza recounted the entire affair, emphasizing Alexander's instrumental role in enhancing the academy's reputation.Master Tobias pondered for a brief interlude before voicing his
After ascending through the ranks of various martial arts realms, Alexander's relentless pursuit of strength culminated in a chilling act of vengeance. He strode with grim determination into the Greece family's stronghold, a symbol of his long-held resentment, and executed Dustin along with every member loyal to him. His father, for abandoning his mother, received no clemency, no chance to explain but was killed by him directly.Seated upon a throne-like chair in the aftermath, Alexander surveyed the fruits of his ruthless labor. He had attained all he ever desired, yet the cost weighed heavily upon him – his heart had grown cold, rendering family and friendships mere hollow echoes of the past.As he settled into the seat, an unexpected tear broke free from his eyes, tracing a lonely path down his cheek before inadvertently entering his mouth. In that split second, a peculiar transformation occurred. He found himself abruptly transported to an mysterious, dark room. Despite the room
After emerging from the medicinal bath, Alexander found its once-opaque waters now transparent, a sign that he medicinal herbs and elixirs having been depleted during his soak.Master Tobias, greeted him with a hint of reproach. "You caused me some distress, young oneIn response, Alexander wore an apologetic smile and admitted, "I'm truly sorry, Master."David chimed in acknowledging the progress Alexander had made. "I can sense that I can't stand a chance against you anymore. Despite us being within the same realm and sharing a similar mid-level status, your strength has far outmatched mine."Alexander chuckled, downplaying his prowess. "Well, if you were to go all out and also unleash your secret techniques, I'd certainly find myself on the losing end of our bout."***Meanwhile at Rode Island. Isabelle was in a state of deep meditation, her legs gracefully crossed beneath her. After an arduous journey, she had finally achieved a breakthrough, ascending to the ranks of a low level
After the initial hubbub and pleasantries had subsided, Isabelle, Damien, Townsend, and T1 found themselves settling into their seats with tea and biscuits in front of them, ready to engage in an important discussion.Clearing his throat, Townsend broke the silence with an air of admiration in his voice, "I must admit, the Xander Mercenaries have made quite the impression. Ever since your arrival, swiftly dispatching the lower-ranking mercenaries, my attention has been fixated on your group. But it's not just me; many others have taken notice."Isabelle wore a curious frown as she inquired, "Oh, really? What's piqued everyone's interest?"Townsend responded with a contemplative expression, "It's because you've done something quite extraordinary. In the past, most individuals aimed to ascend the ranks by defeating a few lower-ranking mercenaries, then gradually working their way up to the middle ranks. But your team? You've introduced an entirely new dynamic, you subdued the whole lowe
As Isabelle stepped back into the meeting room, her gaze fixated on Townsend for a prolonged moment before she broke the silence with a determined tone, "We will consider your proposal, but I do have one burning question."Townsend's lips curved into a knowing smile as he leaned forward, anticipation in his eyes. "Ask away," he encouraged.She took a deep breath before articulating her curiosity, "Among all the mercenary forces on this island, why did you choose to align with us? We are far from the most elite or powerful, and I'm certain there are others who could easily overshadow us. Perhaps they haven't crossed our path yet or they simply dismiss us as inconsequential."Townsend nodded approvingly, acknowledging the significance of her inquiry. "You've posed an excellent question, Lady Iabelle. My response might not meet your expectations. Are you sure you want to hear it?"With unwavering resolve, Isabelle replied, "Yes, I do and please call me Isabelle."Townsend leaned back in
As Alexander was diligently addressing matters in Spring, and Isabelle was attending to issues in Rhode Island, a momentous event was unfolding in Fairview. Unknown to the public eye, a sleek private jet gracefully descended onto the tarmac of the local airport.Emerging from the aircraft was a distinguished figure, shrouded in an impenetrable veil of secrecy, surrounded by a phalanx of six formidable bodyguards. This level of protection mirrored the fortifications often seen shielding heads of state or several presidents, concealing not only his face but also his true identity.Awaiting his arrival were two opulent Rolls Royce automobiles, standing as a testament to his prestige. The vigilant guards escorted him to one of the vehicles, where they all promptly embarked, and the convoy smoothly departed.Their destination? None other than the residence of the mayor, where undoubtedly significant and clandestine affairs were about to unfold.The upper echelons of Fairview had been quiet
During Young Master G's previous visit to the mayor, he left no impression on the mayor's emotions. However, this time around, something had changed. The mayor couldn't help but harbor an uneasy feeling, and as a result, he decided to keep his distance from Young Master G the best way he could.Within the next few minutes, the four heads of prominent families whom the mayor had summoned all converged at his residence, arriving simultaneously. It was apparent to Young Master G that this synchronized arrival was a show of strength on their part, an attempt to stand united against him. Nonetheless, Young Master G remained unfazed, as he believed that in the face of absolute power, these petty tactics were futile.Upon entering the mayor's residence, the four family heads found their seats and extended their greetings to Young Master G. A heavy silence enveloped the room, with Young Master G calmly sipping his coffee, a picture of composure.This time, it was Old Mr. Chen who took the ini
The onslaught of attacks was directed at Alexander, but rather peculiarly, it appeared as though they merely struck an invisible barrier before vanishing into thin air. This unexpected turn of events washed over Isabelle with a profound sense of relief, momentarily alleviating her apprehensions. However, her newfound comfort was abruptly replaced by a more profound sense of concern as she observed Alexander, who remained motionless, with his eyes firmly shut in an unsettling manner."Young Master!" Isabelle cried out once more, her voice trembling with anxiety, but there was still no sign of response from him.Notifying Lord Pluto and the rest of the group, she swiftly attempted to rush to Alexander's aid. However, an insurmountable obstacle barred her path, a formidable and turbulent force akin to an unyielding gale, effectively halting her advance.In a synchronized effort, both Captain Tiger and Captain Skeleton also endeavored to reach Alexander's side, but they, too, found the
Alexander wore a confident smile as he responded, "In the event of a clash between our forces, the outcome would undoubtedly be in our favor. While it's true that both of our factions possess great strength, the critical distinction lies in my approach. I don't merely seek personal power; I am dedicated to empowering my people. Behind me stand formidable martial artists and skilled weapon users, all contributing to our collective might."Captain Tiger guffawed heartily in response, "Our troops, in essence, serve as expendable pawns and sacrificial lambs – or, to put it bluntly, they're our meatshields. As leaders, it's our duty for our people to be willing to lay down their lives for us. The caveat is that we rely on their sacrifices to keep our operations afloat. Yet, as long as Captain Skeleton and I maintain our personal strength, it's sufficient to strike fear into our adversaries. This, in turn, ensures that our men don't meet their end quite so easily."With a sarcastic clap, Al
Alexander observed as Lord Pluto and his companions rose from the ground. Approaching them, he inquired, "Do you find yourselves persuaded?"Lord Pluto responded with a nod, lowering his head in acknowledgment. "Completely convinced," he affirmed.Terry and Townsend also signaled their agreement with affirmative nods. Isabelle, on the other hand, didn't need to express her belief; she had unwaveringly trusted Alexander from the beginning.Having settled the matter, Alexander addressed Isabelle with determination, saying, "There's no time for extensive preparations. Gather our people; we must march to battle immediately. Today, we shall seize control of Rhode Island."Isabelle responded with a nod, her smile reflecting her readiness, and she swiftly dispatched Terry and Townsend to carry out the orders.Alexander then turned to Lord Pluto, acknowledging the urgency, and said, "I'm certain your people are already preparing. Instead of coming here, they should head straight to where the
Upon disembarking from the vehicle alongside Lord Pluto, Alexander was met with a chorus of salutes from the newly formed merger of the Xander Mercenaries, their respect palpable in the air.With a gracious smile adorning his face, Alexander returned the salute to his loyal comrades. Meanwhile, a quartet of individuals, comprising Isabelle, Damien, Terry, and Townsend, made their way toward the charismatic duo of Alexander and Lord Pluto.Isabelle, ever conscious of the company present, initially exhibited a degree of restraint in her demeanor, but Alexander, driven by the warmth of their reunion, paid no heed to the onlookers and proceeded to embrace Isabelle, reaffirming their strong bond.He gently murmured into her ear, "You've put in a tremendous amount of effort," his words soft and reassuring. After sharing a heartfelt embrace that lasted for approximately two minutes, he released her from their warm hug. Isabelle found herself inundated with a whirlwind of emotions, yet she
"What one?" Alexander inquired, his brow furrowing in confusion as he struggled to grasp the gravity of Lord Pluto's words.In response, Lord Pluto's voice carried a somber tone as he recounted a past conversation, "During our initial encounter, Isabelle shared her audacious ambition with me – to conquer Rhode Island and emerge as the dominant power. I warned her that the existing peak forces in the region were formidable, and it seemed an insurmountable task, but she remained resolute."With a weary sigh, Lord Pluto continued to divulge, "I've taken precautionary measures since then; I've summoned my loyal followers and fortified my territory to shield it from external influences. It's not that I plan to betray them, but I'm not willing to jeopardize my life either so it's better i remain on the sidelines. Isabelle once mentioned that if her young master were present, dealing with these forces would be a breeze. Seeing you, you appear quite ordinary, which makes me wonder if she exag
Alexander found himself escorted by a group of heavily armed men who guided him through the encampment, ultimately leading him to their authoritative figure. The commanding presence he met was none other than Lord Pluto, the formidable leader of the Plutonian Force whom Isabelle was familiar with it.The Plutonian Force, the mercenary force that had recently isolated themselves and had strategically fortified their encampment, shutting themselves off from external affairs. Yet, the part of the coast where Alexander had made his unexpected arrival fell within their territory.Curiously, this region had been left less guarded, as the Plutonians didn't anticipate any visitors attempting to access their territory by sea, considering the treacherous waters teeming with wildlife posed a significant deterrent.So it was truly a surprise to see Alexander come from there.It was a genuine shock to witness Alexander emerge from that particular location."Kneel!" In a tense moment, one of the a
Alexander approached Freya with a graceful stride, lowering his head in a polite bow as he spoke, "I extend my heartfelt gratitude."He then turned his attention to Uncle Three and performed a similar courteous gesture, expressing his appreciation, "Thank you for your assistance."Uncle Three, a jovial twinkle in his eye, replied with a chuckle, "Oh, I didn't really contribute much. Had it not been for this powerful lady here, my second brother might have persisted."Alexander's lips curled into a warm smile, his appreciation unwavering, "Nevertheless, your decision to come here alone carries great significance."Uncle Three acknowledged the gravity of the situation with a nod, "I understand that you have important matters to discuss with her. I'll take my leave now, leaving you to your conversation."Alexander gave a subtle nod, his eyes locked on Uncle Three as his figure slowly faded from view. Before Alexander could utter a word, Freya's voice resonated with a mix of understandin
Uncle Three experienced a profound sense of shame due to Freya's words. Despite his unwavering faith in Alexander, he couldn't deny that Alexander's opponent possessed superior skills and abilities. Nevertheless, he made a deliberate choice to maintain his silence, mirroring Freya's stance. Uncle Three harbored an unspoken commitment that if ever Alexander found himself in mortal peril, he would instantly and unhesitatingly rush to his aid, ready to face any danger to protect his young master.Alexander and Silas remained entangled in their fierce battle. In this latest skirmish, the formidable force of their clash propelled Alexander, once more, to be forcefully hurled to the unforgiving ground. However, instead of immediately pursuing his fallen opponent, Silas chose to bide his time and observe, patiently allowing Alexander to rise on his own accord. Silas anticipated the moment of vulnerability that would arise when his adversary got back on his feet, ready to seize any opportu
Deep within the recesses of Uncle Two's mind, an intense desire burned within him, one he could scarcely admit even to himself. It was a wish, a sinister yearning, to violently dismantle Freya's world and force her to witness his merciless confrontation with Alexander. This desire was so powerful that it coursed through his every thought, yet he refrained from acting on it.Two primary reasons compelled Uncle Two to exercise caution. Firstly, he was unable to ascertain the true extent of Freya's abilities or her connections, leaving him in the dark regarding the potential consequences of his actions. Secondly, an overwhelming, ominous pressure seemed to emanate from Freya herself, a formidable force that served as a stark deterrent.Despite the fervent desire to bring Alexander to an end, Uncle Two cherished his own life, a natural instinct that whispered warnings of the grave dangers lurking should he tread recklessly on this treacherous path. In this delicate balance between desi