From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 516

At the very top of the clock tower, a middle-aged man in a flowing robe stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Even though it was night, the Yelem Church was blazing with lights. Every corner was illuminated, and everyone could clearly see his face.

Countless people froze, their expressions filled with terror and awe. The Yelem Church was massive, towering high above them. For ordinary people, even trying to climb it with a ladder would be nearly impossible. Yet here was this man, standing atop the green bricks as if it were nothing. It was beyond comprehension.

"The Hermit!" Celia whispered, her expression tightening with concern. Just that single strike earlier had already made her painfully aware of the insurmountable gap between her and the King of Assassins.

If The Hermit hadn't intended to rescue Denzel, that one move alone would have been enough to wound her severely or even end her life.

With the Hermit's appearance, Leander barely moved. He leaned back in his chair, a sly, almost sinister curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Under the gaze of everyone present, the Hermit floated down from the top of the clock tower, landing as silently as a feather.

The sight shook the entire crowd again. Nathan and the others stared in disbelief, unable to process what they were witnessing.

They had seen high-flying Martial Practitioners in TV shows and movies, but this clock tower was over a hundred meters tall, as daunting as a cliff. Even the most agile heroes in those dramas had never dared to leap straight off such heights.

The Hermit's presence completely upended everything they thought they knew. Compared to the shock of the others, Zara and Liana managed to keep their composure. Coming from the Southern Wyvern Blade, they were familiar with martial arts taken to its extreme, capable of walking on air. But even they had never imagined that Yelem's group would encounter someone like this.

The Hermit stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura that felt as if it held the sky and earth itself. His eyes swept over Celia, calm and measured. "When I blocked your punch earlier, I could feel your innate vitality. It reminds me of the King of Assassins back in the day, Terek Shelton. You must be his disciple, right?"

"Yes." Celia nodded softly, a flicker of hatred sparking deep in her gaze. She had heard Terek mention it. A century ago, the Hermit had defeated him and seized the title of King of Assassins, forcing Terek into hiding and out of the Assassin's World ever since.

Hearing her answer, the Hermit showed no surprise. He said lightly, "Good. With a disciple like you, Terek's name as the King of Assassins is still well defended."

Then in an instant, his tone shifted. His eyes became as cold and sharp as blades. "But since you are Terek's disciple, you should know me. Even at his prime, Terek fell to me a hundred years ago. And you, his disciple, dare to spar with me?"

He let out a single, low shout. Celia's pupils shrank, and she stumbled back a few steps, nearly losing her focus.

This was the gap between an Infernal Crown Transcendent and a triple-turn Half-King.

As Celia retreated, a long, pale hand rested lightly on her shoulder, calming her mind once more. Leander held a cup in one hand and drew her behind him, a faint smile playing across his lips. "The Hermit, now that you're here, it means you're ready. Our wager is about to be settled."

The Hermit smiled and nodded, spreading his hands casually. "Tonight, with everyone gathered here and Yelem Church right by, isn't this the perfect place for our showdown?"

Nathan and the others who had followed Leander all the way there turned pale, stunned by what they were hearing.

The Hermit rides the wind, like some immortal descending into the mortal world, clearly a terrifying presence beyond imagination. Yet Leander stands opposite him, speaking as an equal. Could it be that Leander is on the same level as him?

The Hermit just lands from the wind, clearly a top-tier force in the world, yet he says he wants a showdown with Leander. That word 'showdown' is only used between equals. Does that mean Leander is strong enough to match the Hermit?

The guy I've roasted and even gone to threaten personally turns out to be an unrivaled master?

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