From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 547

Thup-thup-thup!

Fifteen AH-1 Cobra attack helicopters tore across the sky, contrails slicing long scars through the clouds as they rushed in from all sides.

The order had just dropped.

Every pilot had watched the footage of six gunships getting skewered by that burning spear. No one planned to repeat their mistake. Sticks were pulled back hard as the formation climbed, pushing close to 3,000 feet, keeping Leander at arm's length.

"Hmph."

In the underground command room, a row of officers stared at the feed. One of them let out a short, cold laugh.

"That flame spear of Jeff's looks terrifying, but it can't be limitless. The farther it flies, the slower it gets. Inside about 3,000 feet, these AH-1 Cobra attack helicopters are fast enough to dodge anything he throws.

"They've got missiles and heavy anti-tank cannons. Long-range suppression will pin him down. Fifteen birds firing together can blanket nearly 3,000 feet. No matter how fast he is, there's no hole to slip through."

Several men straightened, confidence returning.

"Modern firepower still rules this world. A martial artist might be fierce, but steel always wins."

"Jeff's run ends here. The Sahar Wastes will bury him."

Their eyes stayed glued to the screen, already envisioning Leander being shredded by the AH-1 Cobra helicopters' barrage.

Whoosh!

High above, fifteen Cobra gunships opened fire simultaneously from over half a mile away.

Everyone had watched the live feed of Leander skewering six helicopters with that flaming spear. They knew exactly how unnatural and terrifying his combat power was.

None of the pilots dared to fly closer. Instead, they kept their distance and subjected him to heavy fire from afar, aiming to trap and eliminate him without getting close.

Boom! Boom, boom, boom!

This was a sky-wide seal.

They were not trying to tag Leander himself. The goal was to drown the air around him, to turn an entire stretch of space into a locked cage that shut every path forward and every line of retreat.

It was the blunt hammer of modern warfare—a saturation strike.

The exact play professional forces used when facing King Phase and Transcendent Realm masters.

Against someone who could blur through space like Leander, chasing a direct hit was pointless. So, they erased the space he stood in. No matter how he darted or twisted, he would still be trapped inside the storm.

Within a net that thick, one armor-piercing round would be enough to cleave him in two.

Those rounds were more dangerous than they seemed, each packed with hidden steel shot. When detonated, the explosion hurled these pellets at incredible velocities, turning the air into a whirlwind of metal. Every shard struck with the force of a heavy sniper bullet.

Not dozens.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

Much like a fragmentation grenade, the real killer was the shrapnel, not the explosion itself. Those fragments punched through flesh and ripped muscle apart. Even a body-forging master would find it almost impossible to live through a storm like that.

Fire swallowed the heavens.

Smoke and dust surged outward in rolling waves, sealing the sky in chaos. Leander's silhouette vanished inside the maelstrom, erased from sight as the barrage closed in.

Far away, Torre and the others stood frozen. Their faces pale as they watched in shock and shared the same thought: With the air seals off, even Chief might be ground to dust.

"Yes!"

Shrrk! A sudden blue flash ripped across the display.

Whoosh! The blue flash burst straight out of the smoke, punching upward into the clear sky.

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