His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0661 Since entering modern society, no Lord of War had ever simultaneously confronted 36 Martial Overlords. Moreover, no one knew the terrifying destructive power contained in such a blow.

It was as if nothing could withstand it.

At the villa entrance, within the formation, the air seemed completely imprisoned, the power of the formation relentlessly tearing at Alexander's body.

Especially with Konrad's fist, dazzling electric lights intertwined and densely covered the area, erupting with a power far beyond the realm of Martial Overlords, amplified by the formation and the additional blessing of five other Martial Overlords.

This was his renowned skill, the Thunder-Cutting Hand.

"Alexander, meet your end!" Konrad roared, his fists thundering out simultaneously, his Martial Overlord's vigor like raging waves. It swept up a substantial current of electric aura in the air, crackling fiercely.

Almost in the instant of the punch, this unstoppable arc of electric fist vigor blasted toward Alexander's chest.

"Is this your strongest blow? Seems a bit inadequate to me!" Alexander's gaze was calm as if he were not facing a sky-shattering blow but rather a gentle breeze brushing against his face. His hands turned slowly, and he uttered softly, "Any other Lord of War would've been seriously injured by this if they survived, but I am not like anyone else!" As he spoke, he acted.

His hands struck the air three times in succession, the movements seeming slow

but in reality faster than lightning, meeting the incoming electric fist vigor with a howling palm wind.

"Three Waves of the Yewspire River".

This was a martial technique famous in the ancient dynasty of Wyverna. Like three successive giant waves, the latter wave pushed the former. Three layers of vigor continuously merged, finally converging into one, three times stronger than a simple palm strike.

In other words...

Using the Three Waves of the Yespire River was equivalent to three Lord of Wars attacking simultaneously.

Furthermore, they were three semi- Empyreans, surpassing the pinnacle of Lord of Wars. It was equivalent to three Alexanders.

What followed was earth-shattering.

The electric fist vigor was no less

powerful than the combined strike of 36 Martial Overlords, but it was continuously neutralized by the Three Waves of the Yewspire River. It faded and dissipated rapidly, ultimately vanishing without a trace without even stirring up the slightest ripple.

Alexander's power remained.

The energy seemed endless like the continuous flow of the Yespire River, one wave of vigor following closely after another, the second wave just rising as the third followed.

Three palms overlapping, doubling the power.

This was Alexander's first exhilarating and unrestrained strike after becoming a semi-Empyrean. It was without activating the Domain of the Lord of War, relying solely on the energy of his energy source, unleashing his strongest move to date.

Truly unstoppable.

"No, no!" At the heart of the Heavenly Union Formation, Konrad took the brunt.

Despite the amplification of the formation, it could not withstand the force of Alexander's technique. His body felt like it was struck by a massive wave, his breath stagnated, and he was sent tumbling out of the array's range. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

All six individuals were crucial to the formation.

With Konrad thrown out, the formation, arranged by the six Martial Overlords, collapsed entirely.

"s that all you've got?" Alexander calmly watched Konrad on the ground. He shook his head lightly, disappointment evident.

"I was hoping for a bit more of a challenge. Seems I overestimated you all.

If you can't come up with something better, then you might as well be done

for." Done for? Konrad struggled to control his life force, pushing himself to stand despite the turmoil within. His face contorted with madness as he warned, "Everyone, Alexander's strength is extraordinary. We can't confront him head-on! Execute Plan B, seize the offensive!" Seize the offensive? As the saying went, 'There is strength in numbers." Even a hero could not withstand a multitude. No matter how fast Alexander's moves were, he could not outpace the six Martial Overlords.

This was their strategy for the second phase of the battle: to overwhelm him with numbers, even if it meant some of them would sustain serious injuries.

Attack!" Almost instantly, Konrad lunged forward, arcs of electricity

dancing on his palms as he executed his renowned technique, the '"Thunder- Cutting Hand'. With lightning speed, he aimed a powerful strike at Alexander's head.

Lightning-fast, it was.

It was a sudden and ferocious attack, a peak Martial Overlord's full-force strike without holding back. His palm felt like a weapon forged from super alloy, with edges sharp enough to slice through paper.

More importantly...

This terrifying strike was not meant to kill Alexander outright. No matter how Alexander reacted, the other five Martial Overlords would seize the opportunity and strike together, their combined assault the true killing blow.

The coordination among the six Martial Overlords was flawless.

"A decoy and five attackers... Not a bad plan." Facing the onslaught of the six Martial Overlords, Alexander smiled faintly. He did not dodge or evade Konrad's descending strike. He merely tilted his head slightly and used his left shoulder to effortlessly withstand the force.

"No, impossible..." As Konrad's palm descended, his right arm nearly went numb. He stared at Alexander in disbelief, then slowly turned to look at his hand, once strong then rendered feeble. His gaze dulled gradually.

Was this the strength of the mightiest Lord of War? His Thunder-Cutting Hand, capable of cleaving through steel, had struck Alexander's shoulder, yet it felt as if it hit a diamond...

No, not even a diamond was this hard. It was not Alexander's protective energy

but the sheer toughness of his body. &» Alexander, with just his physical body, could withstand the strongest blow from a peak Martial Overlord!