From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296 Clash at the Summit

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Tristan‘ confidence hit like a hammer. His calm voice, those bold words–it flipped something in both Tristan and Olivia.

They had never even heard of these so–called stages in the Transcendent Realm. In just a few minutes. Tristan had shattered their understanding of what was possible. It was like someone had kicked open a door they didn’t know existed.

Tristan’s eyes lit up. That one line, ‘Even if there were three Jeffs, I could take them,‘ was all it took to wipe away his fear.

He grinned widely, face full of admiration.

“Great–grandpa, you’re insane–in the best way!”

He gave a deep martial bow. His whole vibe had changed. Before this, just hearing Leander’s name made him second–guess everything. Now? He felt like he could breathe again.

To him, Leander had only beaten a Pseudo Transcendent–some guy who didn’t even make it to the Kindling Stage. And the Lord of Umbral? Probably just backed off to avoid getting killed.

As far as Tristan was concerned, Leander was somewhere in the middle of the pack. Tristan, though? He was on another level entirely–a true Ember Transcendent, capable of crushing three Kindling Transcendents without breaking a sweat.

Even if Tristan didn’t win outright, there was no way he’d lose.

Olivia, standing quietly at his side, felt something stir too. For the past year, the Tarlyn Guild had been completely overshadowed by Leander’s rise. Their once–unstoppable name had turned into a cautionary tale.

As one of the famed Nine Geniuses, Olivia had gone from respected to ridiculed.

Now, Tristan was back. The thought of him putting the guild back on the map sent a spark through her chest. Maybe this was their shot at redemption.

Tristan waved his hand, cutting through the air like he was swiping the past aside. “With me around, Tarlyn Guild still has fight left. I’ll track down Jeff myself.”

Tristan stepped in immediately. “Great–grandpa, he’s at the Wyvern Field Camp near Mornwick–Cloudveil Edge.”

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eyes narrowed. A cold light flashed through them. “Perfect. Let him know—I’ll be there in a month.”

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Olivia stayed silent behind them, her eyes reflecting a subtle glint.

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She thought. We used to run Stonebrae. Just hearing “Tarlyn Guild” was enough to make people drop their heads. Nobody dared step out of line.

Then Leander showed up–and flipped the whole d*mn board like it was his game all along.

In less than a year, everything changed.

The name we spent generations building? Gone, and buried under one man’s shadow.

But now… the legend everyone thought was long gone is back.

Her pulse quickened.

What if he’s the one to shut Leander down finally? What if all the snide looks, all the quiet insults, just stop?

What if people start fearing the name Tarlyn again?

Just imagining it made her blood rush. She didn’t care if it made her sound bitter.

She wanted payback, and more than that, she wanted the world to remember who they were.

At Wyvern Field Camp, Leander relaxed beneath a large tree, holding a piece of ice–cold watermelon. Despite the scorching sun, he seemed to have all the time in the world.

Out on the training field, the squad was grinding it out. Sweat dripped, muscles ached, and their bodies moved in sync.

Boomer let out a loud roar and drove his fist straight into a boulder.

Crack!

The rock split clean down the middle.

“Holy crap!”

A few teammates nearby stopped mid–rep, stunned. Not even a week ago, Boomer couldn’t so much as dent a training stone. Now he was punching through solid rock as if it were foam.

All thanks to Leander’s custom method–the Devourer’s Flow–and the personal training plans he’d handed out like cheat codes.

Boomer spun around, panting but grinning ear to ear. “Chief Ashcroft! You’re unreal, man! This

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training is next–level. I feel like I could punch through the sky!”

Leander didn’t even look up.

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He popped another chunk of watermelon into his mouth and waved a hand lazily. “Less talking. More punching.”

“Yes, Chief!” Boomer laughed, nodded, and jogged right back to the next round of abuse.

Leona walked over, crisp in her uniform, holding a stack of files under one arm.

“Chief Ashcroft, here are the physical test results for today’s training,” she reported.

Her voice was composed, but a strange mix of pride and disbelief lay underneath it.

Ever since Leander took over, the entire squad had leveled up fast. Strength, speed, stamina, raw power, energy flow, even their supernatural senses–everything had jumped off the charts.

The transformation was unreal. Something like this would’ve been impossible before–but somehow, Leander made it happen. The entire Southern Wyvern Blade had been improving at a pace no one saw coming.

That hit Leona hard.

She found herself genuinely impressed–not just by his strength, but by the way he could bring out that strength in others.

What a monster of a genius, she thought.

Leander didn’t even glance at the documents. “No need. I can see where they are with one look.”

Leona’s fingers tightened slightly around the papers. She said nothing, but there was a flicker of annoyance in her eyes.

Still, she tucked the files away and glanced out toward the field. The team was now moving like a single organism–sharp, efficient, relentless.

All of them answered to one voice–Leander’s.

It hit her again, just how fast he had earned their loyalty. These were the toughest soldiers in the Southern Wyvern Blade, and now they followed his every word like it was law. Not even Larry had managed that kind of presence.

That was the kind of respect you couldn’t fake. You had to be something for people to follow you like that.

She frowned slightly.

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#here was Uncle Larry, anyway?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, two figures appeared in the distance, walking toward them.

One was a big, broad–shouldered man with a strong stride–Larry.

The other was a tall woman in purple, effortlessly elegant, walking like she owned the ground beneath her feet.

Leona squinted.

“Olivia?”

She blinked in surprise.

What’s she doing here? The last update I received was that she was at home, intensely focused on her next breakthrough, aiming to reach the Martial Sovereign.

Her eyes instinctively drifted toward Leander.

No way… don’t tell me she came all this way just for him?

Meanwhile, Leander had just polished off his watermelon.

He casually leaned his chair back against the tree trunk, arms crossed, eyes closed, looking like someone half–asleep at a picnic.

Olivia’s gaze had already locked onto him.

She started sizing him up from a distance.

Nothing about him looked threatening. His clothes were simple. His posture relaxed. He had a boyish charm, with clean features and strong brows. If you didn’t know who he was, you’d probably mistake him for some laid–back squad officer.

Except… she did know.

Larry had told her.

That unassuming young man lying in the shade? He was the undefeated Iron Sovereign.

“Chief Ashcroft,” Larry called out carefully as he approached.

Leander cracked one eye open. “What?”

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Larry cleared his throat and gestured toward Olivia. “This is my niece, Olivia. She came here specifically to meet you.”

Leander didn’t even bother to look her way. “I’ve got nothing to say to the Tarlyn Guild. They’ve only ever brought me trouble. This is a training ground, not a tourist spot. Show her the way out.”

His tone was flat and dismissive, like he’d just waved away a bug.

Leona clenched her fists, ready to say something, but Olivia stepped forward.

She bowed gracefully, voice steady. “Olivia Tarlyn. I’m here to deliver a message, Sovereign.”

She raised her head, eyes sharp. “It’s from the second–generation master of the Tarlyn Guild. One month from now, he’s coming to challenge you personally.”

The moment those words hit the air, everything stopped.

Larry’s breath caught.

Leona stiffened.

Across the field, the entire squad froze mid–motion. One by one, they turned toward Leander.

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