From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 524

"What?"

Neil's expression drastically changed. He felt a fierce gust of wind rushing toward him from above, a speed that matched his own palm strike moments ago.

He swiftly retreated, bursting backward, attempting to dodge the incoming attack. He could sense the draft slice past him, yet his eyes saw nothing.

The Hermit and the others watching from the sidelines were utterly confused and bewildered. They didn't know why Neil was backing away, but they too sensed that in the space ahead, some terrifying, unseen entity was traversing the void.

Leander's eyes maintained their divine luminescence. In the darkness, Neil felt a powerful, wind-like current shadowing him, always keeping within a three-foot distance. He continuously flashed and moved through the air, yet he couldn't shake it.

"Darn it!"

Finally, Neil stopped. Sensing the surging airflow right in front of him, he roared and unleashed his Primordial Energy, driving a punch forward.

His punch was fluid, flawless, and perfectly natural—a masterpiece of instinct. Primordial Energy and physical strength fused into one, and the space ahead was instantly battered inward. In the invisible void, something seemed to collide with the force of his fist, producing a deafening crash.

Bang!

With that blow, the surging draft instantly dissipated, but Neil himself was shoved back several yards by a tremendous force. His expression was now iron-gray.

"This is... spiritual strength?"

He stared intently at Leander, fixating on the divine light in his eyes, growing more astonished by the second.

Although his own knowledge of spiritual strength was limited, during his apprenticeship with his master in the Church, he had encountered many spiritual masters. These individuals possessed legendary reputations across Westeria, capable of killing people invisibly with a mere thought or tracking a target from hundreds of miles away—they were terrifying.

The path of spiritual strength was difficult at first but became easier later. Once a spiritual master achieved completion, they were comparable to a King Phase being, capable of attacking and defending with invisible force.

He had never fought a spiritual master, but the tactics Leander was using were clearly spiritual strength attacks. Nothing else could be so completely intangible and undetectable.

He was utterly stunned that Leander was, in fact, a spiritual master.

To achieve Leander's current mastery in martial arts alone was already an immense feat, yet Leander wasn't just excelling on one path; he had reached the summit of another, with both disciplines reinforcing each other. This fact filled Neil with profound jealousy.

This was a peerless prodigy, a monster cultivating both spiritual strength and martial arts. If Leander were allowed to fully mature, who could possibly oppose him? Perhaps even the Supreme Arbiters might find the outcome uncertain.

The more he considered this, the fiercer the murderous intent in his heart became. He was resolved: even if it cost him everything, even if he ended up gravely wounded, he would ensure Leander was permanently dealt with here and now.

"You're surprisingly perceptive!"

Leander stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I wonder how many times a true King Phase master like you can withstand the attack I just sent?"

As he spoke, the air currents in front of him swirled, and several more invisible, sword-like forces seemed to coalesce.

Neil's smile vanished, and he dared not be arrogant again. He now regarded Leander as a genuine threat.

Swoosh!

A sudden, sharp rush of air sounded in the void as the invisible sword energy Leander had condensed with his spiritual strength shot forward.

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