From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 554

Chaos ruled the International Martial Network.

'That's complete nonsense. Jeff Ashcroft taking down ten supersonic fighter jets alone? Who's buying that garbage?'

A Transcendent Realm master fired off the post, disbelief thick in every line.

A fresh Transcendent Realm cultivator followed right behind, openly questioning the story with clear skepticism.

'Dream on. Does anyone here know what modern armies can do? Even the King Phase monsters from a hundred years ago got forced underground. The Arbitration Office and the Church never dared clash with today's advanced weapons. One man beating cutting-edge war machines? That's fantasy.

'Jeff's powerful, no argument. He erased half the Chief Arbitrators back then. I respect that. Still, blind worship? Count me out.'

Soon, a Martial Sovereign added his take, 'Hah. People just stirring the pot. Breaking through 3,000 soldiers alone might be possible. Shooting down supersonic fighter jets? That crosses the line into fairy tales.'

The flood of replies kept rising. Nearly every post cast doubt on the claim that Leander had ripped supersonic fighter jets from the sky. Skepticism drowned the forums, with over ninety-five percent of members openly expressing doubt and disbelief about the story.

Then one account stood out.

It belonged to a Transcendent Realm master who had witnessed the battle in the Sahar Wastes.

'It's true. I was there. I saw it happen. Odron Shaffer, once ranked nineteenth on the International Combat Units list, saw it too!'

His reply hit like a bomb, drawing a flood of comments as everyone swarmed the thread.

'So you say you saw it, and that's proof?'

'Who's Odron Shaffer? If he's really there, why isn't he talking?'

'No evidence, no credibility. Stop wasting space.'

The thread turned on him in an instant. Comment after comment slammed down, stripping his words apart, with barely a single voice willing to agree.

Rage simmered within him, yet he could only stay silent behind the screen. No matter how tightly he clenched his fists, it was useless in this moment. All he could do was suppress it and endure the feeling of helplessness.

Right then, the International Martial Network's top banner flared to life.

'Footage Released: Jeff Ashcroft, No. 1 in History Brings Down Supersonic Fighter Jets!'

The headline blazed across every page.

Without a second thought, users clicked.

The instant the link was opened, the page refreshed, and an HD video took over every screen.

Ten supersonic fighter jets were already racing across the sky, closing in on a ghost town. Not even ten seconds passed before a pale streak erupted from the ruins below, tearing upward at a speed that rivaled their own. It punched straight through the formation.

The sky detonated.

Ten blazing fireballs burst apart one after another, scattering across the clouds as the wreckage fell.

Moments later, a column of blue light surged from the town and shot into the heavens. The camera sat far back, yet the image was sharp enough to make out a lone figure standing within that glow. The faint outline of a young face could still be seen.

He hovered in open air.

The white streak curved back, vanishing above his head.

The footage stopped without warning.

The clip was brief, yet its impact was crushing.

All the jeers and doubt vanished on the spot. Both the International Martial Network and the Global Assassin Network fell into stunned silence for several heartbeats.

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