From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 510

Dennis sat cross-legged, absorbing the strong surge of life energy from the Lifespan Serum. Wave after wave of energy moved through his body. The deathly air around his wrist faded little by little until it was gone.

Six top fighters from the Arbitration Office stood in the sky. They narrowed their eyes as they looked down at the Yelem Church.

"This time, we finally get to see if Jeff is really as unbeatable as people say. To be honest, if the king had not approved this plan himself, I would have already wanted to fight Jeff one-on-one."

Moffat, the Stonehide, looked confident. He showed no genuine respect for Leander. He acted only because of the order from above.

"This is the number one mission of the Arbitration Office. No one is allowed to show up early and ruin everything. Jeff must die in Yelem!"

Gragas held back his killing intent and took another drink of wine.

"We're not trash like Greed's group. Fifteen of them still couldn't kill Jeff. This time, the six of us are making our first move in fifty years just for him alone. Even if he had three heads and six arms, he'd still die."

Watz, the Serpentseer, let out a cold laugh. They were determined to win this fight. The massive snake under his feet sensed its master's excitement and flicked its tongue.

"That so-called Iron Sovereign is just a rising rookie. He's nothing but a reckless kid. In this world, no one is worth our attention unless they're a true King Phase fighter."

Hadrian, the Stormkick, looked savage. He was an Astrian man who had been born overseas and had been disabled since birth. He carried deep insecurity in his heart. The Arbitration Office had given him power beyond measure. Because of that, he instinctively rejected Astrian fighters. In his eyes, every Astrian fighter was an enemy.

Everyone released killing intent. Only Neil, who held a Bible in his hand, stayed calm. After listening to the others, he closed the Bible. His deep voice spread out in a steady tone.

"Our plan to hunt Jeff is almost complete. Only one key piece is missing. How do we draw Jeff here? Every top fighter today is brave and smart. I want to know what method you plan to use to bring him here, Hermit."

He rarely spoke. When he did, he went straight to the point.

The others also looked toward Dennis, who was still refining the energy with his eyes closed. Even though he had agreed to handle it, agreeing and doing it were not the same thing. They all had the same question.

How will Leander be drawn here?

The pink glow around Dennis slowly faded. He opened his eyes.

"Anything I promise, I will do. I'll handle this myself. I've only met Jeff twice, but I already understand his personality. He's arrogant to the core. He looks down on everyone. Even if he knows there is a trap ahead, he will never take one step back. That's his strength, but it's also his fatal flaw. Tomorrow night, I can guarantee that Jeff will appear here."

He stood up and stared at the distant sky. His voice sounded firm.

"But there is one thing I need to make clear. Before I face Jeff head-on, none of you may show yourselves. I don't want anyone to interfere with my fight. This is a personal wager between me and him."

The others nodded.

Neil, the current Demon Hunter, gave him a warm, approving look. His respect for Dennis rose another notch.

"The King of Assassins really lives up to his name. We've seen your confidence. Tomorrow night, everything will be settled. Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a beam of white light and vanished into the distance.

The others left one after another. Before leaving, Deo gave Dennis a steady look.

"Dennis, I wish you victory."

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