From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 508

At the very top of the grand cathedral in Yelem, a figure streaked through the sky and landed upon the clock tower like a great roc spreading its wings. It was Potter.

His black trench coat whipped wildly in the wind. With his hands clasped behind his back and a handsome, composed expression on his face, he gazed down at the city that had once trembled at his very name.

Back then, Yelem had been home to countless powerful forces and warring great clans. But in the end, he had risen above them all, becoming a true legend and leading the Benjamin family to the very top.

After a moment, he raised his right arm. At the bend of his forearm, a distinct fist imprint remained, still glowing faintly with blue light. His entire arm was trembling slightly.

"What terrifying power. How did Jeff cultivate such godlike, demonic strength?"

He had taken nine of Leander's punches head-on. The tenth, he had not dared to meet directly, instead using its force to retreat. Even so, his blood and energy were now churning violently within him.

That final strike, in particular—even though he had borrowed its momentum to pull back—still clung to his arm like a parasitic curse, numbing it completely.

"Every punch he throws carries the might of mountains and raging seas. Vast, majestic, and innately righteous… That power alone is enough to match those hidden old monsters. It's no wonder that both the Arbitration and the Netherweb broke down in his hands. They truly had it coming."

For the first time, a trace of caution flickered in his eyes.

He stood only half a step away from the true King Phase, with one foot over its threshold. He had even created his own domain.

By all logic, no one could've rivaled him in his own domain, unless the person was an even stronger King Phase.

He could tell Leander had not reached the King Phase, yet the boy was able to perceive his domain and lock onto his exact position.

Every punch was thrown as if he had seen through it in advance. It was shocking.

But shock aside, even if Leander could break his Shrouded Domain, he was not overly concerned. Today, he had only used half of his true strength.

"I'll remember today's clash, Jeff! You're a rare prodigy from Astria, but you shouldn't have come to Yelem. And you definitely shouldn't have made an enemy of the Netherweb! This ancient holy city will be the burial ground of your unbeaten empire!"

Murderous intent surged in his eyes. The stronger Leander appeared, the stronger his own killing intent became.

He took a deep breath, as if recalling something. His gaze turned firm and icy.

"Tomorrow night's banquet will be the final deadline for our decisive battle. I have no time left!"

He let out a low sigh. His aura condensed further, merging almost perfectly with the surrounding environment.

On top of this cathedral, not a single person noticed his presence.

Buzz!

Just as Potter was minding his own business, his gaze suddenly shifted toward the distant horizon. In the same instant, he threw a punch.

The blow tore through the air like a compressed projectile, opening a visible passage in the atmosphere. At the end of that corridor, a flawless, jade-like hand emerged from nowhere and blocked the attack completely.

A ripple of energy spread through the sky, so subtle that the people below, passing through the streets, never sensed a thing.

From within the clouds, a figure gradually took shape.

It was a cultured, refined middle-aged man. His aura was strikingly similar to Potter's. Upon closer inspection, even his features bore a faint resemblance.

"It's you?" Potter's eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp gleam flashing through them. His tone was cold. Clearly, this was someone he did not welcome.

The man said with a gentle smile, "It's been a long time, Potter. You've finally come out of hiding again."

The middle-aged man remained concealed within the clouds. No one below could see him except for Potter.

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