From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 458

Leander's fist collided with the halo of light, but it was like striking a mass of cotton—his power vanished the moment it made contact.

Murder flared in Orianna's eyes. Seizing the chance, she formed a hand seal and thrust her palm forward. A razor-edged sigil of light shot out, stamping squarely onto Leander's chest.

He was hurled backward, flying dozens of feet through the air. When he finally came to a stop, a clear oval mark burned into his chest was visible. A ring of fabric had been completely incinerated.

Even though his body was strong enough to crush two Transcendent Realm experts in seconds, a pale white line was now etched into his chest. That was the true measure of Orianna's strike.

Hovering in the air, he patted his chest and lifted his gaze toward Reefus. The aura around Reefus flickered as he pinched a hand seal, his halo blazing overhead. His eyes burned into Leander like molten coals.

"Jeff, do you really think this is a one-on-one fight? You're facing the three of us."

Reefus sneered, shifting his hand seals. The circular halo above his head detached and transformed into a half-moon blade of light.

Swish!

He swung downward with one hand. Leander's eyes narrowed.

The enormous half-moon air blade cut through the air, ignoring resistance as if it tunneled through space itself, and struck straight toward Leander's chest.

Scrape!

The blade materialized instantly as Reefus flicked his hand. It came so fast that by the time Leander sensed it, it was already slashing across him.

Leander was blasted backward dozens of feet. Each step he took in midair sent out a shockwave of force. After seven steps, he managed to stabilize.

His shirt split down the center, revealing pale, resilient skin. Across his chest was a fresh white line—the result of Reefus' cut.

"Mindweave blade?"

Leander's eyes narrowed in genuine surprise. The strike had arrived before Reefus even finished forming the thought. It had emerged from nowhere, too fast to counter.

Anyone capable of that had to be a spiritual strength powerhouse—stronger, sharper, more focused than Fergus, the Son of Judgment. Reefus' command over spiritual strength was flawless, bordering on unnatural.

Leander could sense it. Reefus had reached the Origin Realm—and not just any point in it. He was at the absolute peak. One more step, and he would surpass Origin Realm into something even more terrifying.

At that level, the gap between them was still significant. Spiritually, Leander was two tiers below Reefus.

"Jeff, how does that feel?"

Reefus radiated pure confidence.

Born in Azhara, heir to ancient rites, Reefus forged his path through ritual and law. He had climbed into the Transcendent Realm through sheer cultivation. His spiritual strength and precision were unmatched—a one-in-a-million prodigy.

With the aid of the Sixteen Supreme Arbiters, he shed his old self and rebuilt, glimpsing the King Phase using spiritual strength alone. He was, simply put, a monster.

Reefus mocked Leander—but secretly, he was stunned. Every thought he had could shape lethal strikes. One thought, one kill.

He had expected his previous attack to incapacitate Leander. Instead, it had left only a white line across his chest. Leander remained composed, his aura deep and steady.

"If we're going to kill him, stop holding back. Give it everything you've got."

Jeframon leapt into the air, still furious after being blasted back by Leander's punch.

He roared, jabbing his Saintblade Spear into the void.

Crack!

A thick bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, striking directly at Leander.

Hum!

Boom!

Thud!

The three Chief Arbitrators had crushed every shred of pride the Shadow Division once held. They ground it into dust.

When the power gap is this extreme, titles and rank become meaningless. Even a king would vanish at their whim.

Halia's lips curved in a triumphant smile.

"Jeff's undeniably strong," she said. "But when this many top-tier experts strike at once, how can he possibly survive?"

The Chief Arbitrators spun halos, whipped up flames, struck with the Saintblade Spear, and filled the battlefield with suffocating spiritual pressure. Leander could only endure the onslaught. Even defending was a struggle. In this setup, he stood no chance.

"No wonder the Dragon Emperor of Astria had to hide for decades when the Arbitration Office boxed him in. Their depth and power are endless."

Masters across the field exhaled heavily, fear of the world's strongest dark syndicate settling deep into their bones.

"Seems the so-called Undefeated of Astria is all hype and no substance.

"He's nowhere near the Dragon Emperor's level."

High above, Jeframon slung the Saintblade Spear over his back and glowered downward.

"Hmph! With the three of us together, who could possibly stand a chance?"

Reefus chuckled coldly, every word dripping with pride.

Orianna folded her arms, her expression icy. Even she felt the kill order on Leander bordered on excessive.

While the three exchanged words, the cry of a sword split the sky. Aorinth Peaks quaked from its roots.

A blade of blue light erupted from the wasteland, shooting skyward like it aimed to cleave the world in two!