George's voice, like an explosive dynamite, rang in Tyler's ears.Tyler had insulted George's most respected friend, the king of Ol' Mare.Ol' Mare was known as the Forbidden City because there was a mysterious uncrowned king, far above the mayor. Someone like Tyler was not qualified to know the ide
At the New Chesire Group headquarters, perched on the top floor of a skyscraper in Ol' Mare, the General Manager's office was a beacon of light against the night sky.Alexander had been gone for just a day, but in his absence, the Xanthos family had launched a full-scale economic assault. Distributo
Zane's face darkened as Damian's challenge hung in the air, but he could not come up with a comeback.The next generation had failed to live up to expectations, their skills lacking.Damian Habeck was a force to be reckoned with—a Southern Fist prodigy who had mastered kickboxing in Alstonberg and d
That guy... He was no ordinary fighter!A muscle in Damian's eye twitched as he locked eyes with Alexander, sizing him up in a heartbeat.Alexander had burst onto the scene with a downright chilling speed, on par with the legends of the fighter community's Grandmasters. Could Regulus Windsur really
Still thought he could lay a claim to the token?Not anymore.In Regulus Windsur, the ranks of fighters were tightly guarded fortresses. From energy transformation Grandmasters to supreme grand martials, from Martial Overlords to Unity Lords of War, each new level was a leap across a vast gulf of po
Zane felt like he was about to explode at Alexander's words.The audacious Martial Power, challenging the Yanker family? That was just plain bullying!Last time, his loss to Alexander had gone unnoticed, sparing his reputation. However, a public challenge from Alexander then? He had no choice but to
The mood in the room was grim until a familiar, buoyant voice broke the silence. "Looks like you've hit a snag," Alexander said with a grin as he stood at the conference room door.It was Alexander. Fresh from his trip to Yewspire Mountain, he made a beeline for the company, arriving just in time fo
The man in question, Vicenzo Batson, was the Little Knife Society's rudder in those troubled waters. His name was a byword for cunning, his connections a web that spanned from the city's elite to its humble street sweepers. Even the fishmongers served as his eyes and ears, his network was as deep as