From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 426

Leander opened his eyes, calm and distant—not at Felix. A punk like him wasn't worth the glance.

Felix had mocked the so-called young prodigies of Astria's Central State, but it meant nothing to Leander. He wasn't the one being insulted.

Over a hundred prodigies were present, yet none dared step forward. None could defeat Felix. Naturally, Leander wouldn't intervene.

Pressed under the heel of a genius from the Shadowrealm Sect, these Central Realm of Martial World prodigies only inspired Leander's pity.

He had opened his eyes because he sensed three terrifying auras. The weakest was Blaze Transcendent, while the strongest had reached Infernal Crown Transcendent—enough to rival Galen, Grandmaster of Mount Martial.

The auras shared a faint similarity with Felix's. Likely from the same sect, these three were probably also from the Shadowrealm Sect.

"Dual Meridian Sect? What a messy day," he murmured, interest flickering in his eyes.

"Hah! The Central Realm of the Martial World' Nine Geniuses? All hot air," Felix sneered, arrogance dripping.

"Anyone else want to speak up for the Dual Meridian Sect's young mistress? Come at me. I'll take you all on," he called.

The hundred-plus prodigies bristled, but after Kian's defeat, none dared step forward. Anxiety hung heavy.

"Grant, go have a round with him?"

Seeing the silence, the impulsive Aria nudged her brother.

"Aria, I can't beat him," Grant muttered, reluctant.

"Can't beat him? What are you scared of?" Aria thumped her chest. "Our Steelblade Hall has a secret art. You can explode with Martial Sovereign-level power for a moment. The side effect is just a few days of weakness. Go, use the Steelblade Nine Forms and teach him a lesson. You'll shine in front of all these prodigies!"

Grant refused, shaking his head. "Even with the secret art, I'll barely match that Mount Sect guy. I can't beat him."

They spoke quietly, but every Martial Practitioner present could hear. Felix glanced at them, cold light flickering—killing intent simmering.

Leander shook his head at Aria, unsure how to even comment on this carefree, oblivious girl. She appeared bold and unrestrained, but in truth, she was inexperienced and naive. Felix, hailing from the Shadowrealm Sect, was narrow-minded, and Aria didn't even realize that a few careless words had already angered him, sowing the seeds of disaster for her and Grant.

If Felix found an opening, he would crush them without hesitation.

"This is the Dual Meridian Sect. The Bloody Palm Sect don't get to run wild here,"

Darius, the sect's nearly-betrothed son-in-law, stomped. Power surged, shaking the platform beneath him.

He pointed at Felix, fingers curling. Power gathered at each fingertip. He was ready to strike.

"Oh?" Felix flicked open his fan. "So the Dual Meridian Sect bullies with numbers. And you call yourselves the Shimmering Isle royal family?"

Darius ignored the provocation. "Against the Shadowrealm Sect, we owe no courtesy. You barged in alone. Be ready never to walk out."

His right arm surged with power as he struck.

Heat and force swept sideways. Felix's eyes narrowed as he infused his fan with inner strength, making it harder than steel to block the blow.

He was one of the most outstanding prodigies of his generation from the Shadowrealm Sect. He had reached Martial Sovereign at twenty-six and now stood at the intermediate stage. Yet even so, when facing Darius, an elite Martial Sovereign, he was still clearly outmatched.

Their powers collided. Felix grunted, staggering to the platform's edge, his right arm numb.

Bang!

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