From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 459

A streak of blue light erupted from the ruins, making all three of them jump in alarm.

Jeframon froze, eyes narrowing. "What's happening?"

Before he could react, another blast rippled across the ground. The pit that Leander had smashed open suddenly erupted, and a figure shot upward, piercing the sky. Two eyes glimmered with searing light—it was Leander.

His skin remained flawless, like polished jade. The white mark on his chest had nearly disappeared. Not a single wound marred his body.

"How is that even possible?"

The three Chief Arbitrators paled, shaken to their very core.

Every strike they had just landed had hit Leander directly—yet he remained completely unharmed.

"Well, your coordination wasn't bad. Timing was tight, aim was precise," Leander said, tilting his head and wagging a finger.

"Shame your power still wasn't enough."

Seeing Leander entirely unscathed, Jeframon's disbelief hardened into rage. He stepped forward, the light of his spear blazing in his eyes as he prepared another thrust.

Reefus' gaze flared in response, and a blade of force began forming before him.

Swoosh!

A massive half-moon blade of force coalesced, arcing toward Leander's chest.

Crack!

A hand shot out, seizing the edge of the blade.

Crack!

Leander's jade-clear hand clenched. Five fingers closed, and the half-moon blade shattered effortlessly.

"What?"

Reefus' expression twisted in disbelief. Before, Leander hadn't even reacted to his strikes, yet now he had destroyed one with a single hand.

As shock washed over him, Leander's cold gaze swept over the three of them.

"Earlier, I faced all three of you at once. Now it's your turn to take one strike from me."

His words barely fell before he flicked his palm.

A gleam of sword light cut through the air, sending a spray of blood into the night.

Reefus stiffened, staring at his flank in disbelief.

Next to him, Jeframon's right arm was severed clean at the shoulder, the blood erupting like a fountain. The cut was impossibly smooth—his arm had been obliterated in an instant.

"Oh no!"

Reefus and Orianna recoiled in alarm as sword force surged toward them. They leapt back at full speed.

A blade of blue light slashed diagonally through the night. It moved with no thunderous roar, appearing almost casual—but it cut like it could sever anything. Even the clouds split apart. Space itself seemed to rend.

A small ridge, tens of feet across, was sliced through in a single stroke.

"This..."

Reefus and Orianna exchanged a glance, hearts pounding. Had they been even a fraction slower, they would have lost an arm or leg, their combat effectiveness crippled.

Swoosh!

Snow sprayed into the night. Jeframon stared at his right shoulder, still unable to process it fully. In a single instant, his arm was gone. When Leander had unleashed that strike, Jeframon had felt a lethal chill and twisted away instinctively—otherwise, the blade would have claimed his head.

"How's that possible?"

Shraaa!

"Jeff, you severed my arm. I'll drag you to hell with me!"

Snapping from his daze, Jeframon's eyes blazed with fury. He gripped his light spear with one hand, transforming it into a long, deadly weapon.

Just as he lunged, a thunderous voice cut through the air.

"Jeframon, retreat!"

Jeframon glanced back. Reefus' eyes glowed with a divine, icy light.

The halo above Reefus' head split into two—one a blazing sun, the other a bright moon. The Sun-and-Moon Halo hovered high, casting its sacred light across half the sky.

The moment Reefus advanced, Jeframon halted and, alongside Orianna, was forced to retreat, eyes sharp with caution. This strike was no trivial threat; even they had to respect its range.

"Sacred Sun-Moon Wheel!"

Reefus' gaze turned glacial. He lifted his palm and pressed downward.

The Sun-and-Moon Halo compressed into a colossal disk, sweeping sideways before slamming down toward Leander, blotting out the sky with its radiance.

The massive disk enveloped him entirely. Leander's expression remained unreadable. As it descended, he thrust his right hand upward.

Smack!

His palm drove through the divine light, hitting the disk squarely from beneath.

The glowing disk, dozens of feet across, ground to a halt in midair. Leander held it firmly; it could not drop another inch.

"An attack like this is amateur level, at best."

Leander caught the disk effortlessly and smirked, his voice dripping with disdain.