From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 522

The purplish-black tendrils covering Leander's body vanished, sinking into his skin and muscle like something taking root. He froze instantly, suspended in mid-air, every muscle locked.

"You've been hit by my Serpent Devour. I don't care how strong you are or what tricks you have; you'll suffer unimaginable pain, unable to move, forced to feel your skin and flesh consumed without mercy! This is the price for killing my beloved pet!"

Watz's face was a mask of fury. He swiveled his head to glare at Hadrian and Alaric.

"What are you waiting for? Attack!"

Hadrian, known to some as "the Stormkick," was born with a leg shorter than the other—a congenital disability. Yet, through sheer, formidable will and incredible talent, he had transformed this weakness into his most devastating and unassailable strength.

Seeing Leander immobilized, Hadrian stomped his good foot. A massive, inverted footprint immediately appeared, seemingly pressing a hollow into the sky. Using the powerful rebound from the impact, he launched himself dozens of feet upward, arriving directly above Leander's head. A blood-red glint flashed across his shorter leg, and a colossal footprint manifested across the heavens.

"Jeff, the eight of us against just you—it's certainly not a fair fight. But this isn't a friendly spar; this is your execution!"

Hadrian hailed from Astria, the same as Leander, but he showed no restraint now. Primordial Energy surged from him as he violently slammed his foot down.

Alaric, like Hadrian, had a physical handicap. However, his missing arm was not a birth defect; it had been severed by an enemy when he was twenty years old. Instead of sinking into despair, he channeled his pain into intense reflection. He sought a different path, traveling outside Astria to the Burgin Palace to study, returning with a frightening, unique set of skills.

"Hand of Judgment!"

He thrust his single arm forward, and a massive handprint, radiating a soft, pale, almost divine light, thundered down.

The footprint and the handprint merged into a single, overwhelming, sky-shattering attack, descending in crushing, layered waves—like a mountain range collapsing upon a lone man.

"Hmph, Jeff, today is definitely the day you die!"

Deo's eyes were cold and menacing. He curled his fingers slightly, his hand hardened with immense energy, turning each digit into a steel spike.

"Heavenpiercer!"

He gave a low cry, and five thick, swirling columns of wind shot out, aiming straight for Leander's chest.

"Thunder Keg!"

Gragas had been humiliated when Leander repelled him earlier. Anger still simmered in his heart, and he wasn't about to miss this godsend of an opportunity. He tossed his keg, and just as it was about to smash into Leander, he clenched his fist. The keg detonated, instantly dissolving into a raging fireball in the air.

The Hermit's gaze was sharp and unforgiving. His Ice Soul sword once again glowed with crystalline light. He sliced diagonally, generating a fierce sword beam that streaked toward Leander's lower abdomen.

Moffat's face was contorted in a ferocious snarl. The arm Leander had shattered earlier had already regrown. He clasped his hands together, forming them into a brutal hammer, and slammed it down in Leander's direction.

Except for Neil, every single person had committed to the attack.

"Skybreaker Hammer!"

Six attacks converged almost simultaneously upon Leander. Since he was still paralyzed by Watz's Serpent Devour, Leander seemed unable to move, forced to endure the full brunt of the six powerful strikes.

"How despicable!"

In the sky, Leander was completely engulfed by the torrent of attacks. Zara and Liana shrieked in outrage. They had long recognized Leander as a world-class hero, yet here he was, ambushed by eight opponents. If only their abilities weren't so inferior, they would have flown up to assist him instantly.

Now that Leander was completely swallowed by the combined onslaught, even they, despite their profound admiration, felt a chill of doubt. Even Maeve's face was drained of color.

"Did Leander lose?"

Nathan, Luke, and Evander stood frozen, their expressions grim and heavy.

Among the onlookers, only Celia remained outwardly calm.

She had signed a Soulbound Pact with Leander. If he were to die, the pact would immediately dissolve. Yet, she could still distinctly feel a trace of his spirit residing within her mind.

She stared up at the swirling chaos, a certainty dawning in her heart.

"I know you won't be defeated!"

Countless Yelem dignitaries watched the sky intently, hoping to see the final outcome of the battle. Denzel's gaze was fixed and unmoving; he desperately wished for Leander to be utterly crushed by the storm of attacks, never to rise again. He simply could not tolerate the existence of a young man who was more exceptional, more flawless, than himself.

The eight triple-turn Half-Kings stood their ground in the sky. Watz, looking at the carcass of his beloved snake, grew even colder.

"You dared kill my pet, Jeff. You deserve this death!"

Deo and the others exchanged glances, nodding in mutual satisfaction.

To the Arbitration Office, Leander had been a thorn in their side, an obstacle they had long been desperate to remove. Yet, every operation they mounted had been foiled by him, costing them the lives of fifteen Chief Arbitrators. Today, however, they had finally completed their grim feat.

Whoosh!

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