From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209 Powerful Enemy

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Grace had stayed in her seat, frozen. But the moment Henry flew backward and hit the floor hard, blood pouring from his mouth, she jumped to her feet in shock. Her eyes widened as disbelief took hold of her face.

Then she saw Jordan move. He shot forward with a fierce strike aimed at Leander. In Grace’s mind, that was it. Leander wouldn’t survive. But what happened next burned into her memory.

Jordan–the man who ruled the Barrets from the shadows, the martial legend once known as the “Sky–Tearing Demon Tiger“-was forced back by a single palm strike from Leander. It wasn’t even a full strike. It was light, almost careless.

Grace stood rooted in place. Her sense of reality slipped. How could someone as young and unknown as Leander push Jordan back? How could that even be possible?

Jordan slid backward. His feet dug into the polished floor and left clear imprints, each one half an inch deep. He staggered three full steps before stopping. And he was just as shaken as Grace.

In all of Astria, only three fighters had ever made Jordan truly cautious. At the top of the martial world, there were only two he actually feared. And yet a young man with no name, no reputation, had just made him stumble.

His eyes went wide. His stare grew cold. For the first time since he arrived, Jordan didn’t look like the one in control.

“Who are you?” he asked.

Leander didn’t answer. He didn’t even turn around. His eyes stayed fixed on the line of Barret bodyguards pointing guns at him.

“Tell your dogs to move,” he said, voice quiet and steady. “Or I’ll do it myself.”

He stood there, facing down a dozen loaded weapons. He didn’t blink. He didn’t flinch. The way he stood–calm, unshaken–sent a chill through the room. People started whispering. Some stared with awe, others with fear.

No one had expected this. Not here. Not against the Barrets. Not in front of Jordan. And yet, it happened, and the one who made it happen was a young man barely twenty years old.

Jordan’s eyes twitched. He could hear the threat. And it wasn’t a bluff.

Still, he said nothing. Leander raised one hand. With a sharp motion, he pulled through the air.

A violent gust slammed forward.

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The guards flew sideways like dolls tossed by a child. Their weapons and bodies crashed into the wall with a heavy thud, knocking paintings loose and cracking marble.

“Shoot him!” someone shouted.

The rest of the guards panicked. Their fingers pulled the triggers almost in unison. The plaza echoed with rapid gunfire.

Yvette, Ginny, and Madeline stood just behind Leander. They flinched when the shots rang out. There was fear in their eyes, but none of them moved. Leander didn’t either. The bullets rushed toward him. Then everything stopped. The air seemed to freeze. What happened was seared into the memories of the audience.

All ten rounds from the pistols hovered in midair, just three feet from his body. They didn’t fall. They didn’t spin. They just hung there, caught by something no one could see.

Someone gasped. “W–What is this?”

Even Richie stood stunned. The old man who had seen almost everything could hardly process what was in front of him.

All across the room, shock turned to panic. A few women screamed. Others could only watch with their mouths open. It looked like something from a science fiction film. A barrier made from nothing but pressure. A forcefield that no bullet could pass.

“Is that… an energy barrier?”

“Could he be a Martial Sovereign?”

Even Mr. Westington, the Xandersons‘ elite protector, lost his composure. His lips parted in disbelief.

To force inner strength into a solid defensive ring–to stop bullets without lifting a finger–that was something only Martial Sovereigns could do.

But even the best of them could only form a weak shimmer on their skin. Leander had done more than that. His shield had stopped bullets in open space, a full yard away, and it looked as firm as steel.

Jordan stood behind him, fists clenched. He could stop bullets too. But not like this. Not with this kind of reach. Not while shielding three others.

The guards were frozen.

They stood still with wide eyes and trembling hands. Their weapons dropped to their sides as their confidence cracked. And then Leander moved again. He lifted a finger. He pressed it gently against the invisible wall in front of him.

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Leander flicked his finger, and the air shifted.

The bullets hanging still in front of him snapped backward like they were yanked by invisible strings. Each round slammed clean into the arm of the man who had fired it. One by one, the guards cried out as their hands burst open from the impact. Pistols hit the ground with heavy thuds, and the entire row of Barret enforcers dropped into chaos, groaning and clutching their wounds.

The room fell dead quiet. No one said a word. No one dared to move. Jordan’s hand twitched. The same man who had crushed dozens of masters in his lifetime now stood frozen, his face locked in disbelief.

Grace stared at Leander, her breath caught in her throat. The man she had dismissed as a bold, talented driver was now something else entirely. The power she just witnessed wasn’t luck or skill. It was something terrifying–something buried deep inside him that shattered every assumption she had made.

Henry sagged beside a chair. His body shook violently. Blood poured from his lips again, and his head rolled to the side. He was barely conscious.

The thought that he had once tried to kill Leander twisted through him like a knife. A moment ago, he believed he could crush the guy like a bug. But that man—the one who just reversed a hail of bullets without lifting a foot–was no ordinary fighter. He was a monster in plain clothes. And that move just now? Even Jordan might not have been able to pull it off.

Leander finally turned his eyes on Jordan.

“You Barrets wanted to set a trap here tonight, for the bluebloods,” he said, voice low and calm. “That’s your business. I don’t care. But Henry tried to kill me. So, I crippled him. That’s the consequence.”

He looked Jordan straight in the eyes. “If you want to take a shot at me for that, go ahead. But be sure. Because if you come at me again, I won’t hold back. And when I’m done, there won’t be anything left of you or this plaza.”

He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t lean in. But the weight behind those words hit like stone. Jordan stiffened. The chill rolled down his spine, deep and sharp. He didn’t doubt a single word.

Before he could speak, Leander’s eyes narrowed. He moved fast, stepping in front of Yvette, Ginny, and Madeline.

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