From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 528

Up in the sky, Leander clashed head-on with the black-robed man, only to be struck back and forced several steps away. The sight made everyone below go pale.

Moments ago, Leander had single-handedly overwhelmed eight opponents, nearly wiping them out. Everyone thought victory was already in his grasp—Maeve had even been ready to cheer—but the sudden appearance of this Western stranger dragged them all harshly back to reality.

With just one casual move, the man had forced Leander backward. His strength was terrifying; even if those eight had joined forces again, they probably couldn't have withstood a single one of his blows.

It was clear that this black-robed man intended to protect Neil. That meant he stood directly against Leander. But could Leander really defeat someone like him? The same question surfaced in everyone's mind.

"How interesting." Leander rolled his shoulders, blood surging with battle heat as a faint grin touched his lips.

Though he hadn't yet activated the Devourer Form, his physical body was already among the strongest in the world. For this man to knock him back so easily with one strike, he truly lived up to the title of a King Phase warrior from a hundred years ago. The thought only deepened Leander's curiosity about those ancient rulers who once dominated the world.

The black-robed Westerner stood tall in his black robes, wind whipping through the fabric. Hovering above his head was the Ring of the Sage. His tone was calm and faintly arrogant. "You've felt that punch. There's no need for us to continue. May I take him and leave now?"

He spoke with the self-assurance of one who had lived through history itself—someone who knew the hidden truths of the world and understood just how vast the gap was between the ancient Kings and those who had only recently ascended.

Though his cultivation wasn't far above Neil's, he could crush Neil with ease. That was the unbridgeable gulf between the Kings of the past and the Kings of this era—the very essence of their power came from different sources. He hadn't said as much aloud, but he was certain that that single punch had been enough to make Leander understand.

"I told you, no one's stopping me from killing him today." Leander smirked, blue light blazing around him like burning fire. "Devourer Form—Activate!"

The blue light flowed across his body like liquid flame, and his skin began to gleam with a crystalline radiance.

Standing dozens of feet apart, he swung his fist.

Trinity Strike Technique, Act One—Soulbreaker!

The blue fistprint pulsed with dreamlike ripples, lighting up the night sky. It spanned nearly sixty feet across as it tore through the air.

"Stubborn fool!" the black-robed man growled. No longer holding back, he summoned holy light that surged around him before condensing along his arm. Then he too struck forward with a punch.

The two forces collided in midair, and shockwaves burst outward from both sides. Ripples of visible energy shattered the clouds above, scattering them across the night sky.

Blue and white light wrestled in the heavens—one moment the blue pressed down, the next the white pushed back. Neither yielded an inch, the entire sky turning into a dazzling swirl of those two colors.

Bam!

A deafening crack rang out as both powers exploded, scattering into countless motes of light. Leander and the black-robed man reappeared, standing firm—neither had moved an inch.

"Hm?" The black-robed man gave a low sound of surprise. Clearly, he hadn't expected that.

How can he possibly match my power without stepping into the King Phase? Could he be the reincarnation of some celestial being? the black-robed man thought, his gaze fixed on the blue aura burning around Leander.

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