From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 155

From Outcast to overford The Unyielding Heir

Chapter 155 Rising to the Peak of Martial Arts

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A dazzling golden Jesundese sword soared through the air. It was Tsaric, who had turned himself into a blade. He had transcended the limits of swordsmanship, broken free from both body and mind.

The moment Leander casually blocked his blows, Tsaric knew he stood no chance. There was no hope of surpassing Leander, let alone stepping into the Transcendent Realm.

In the end, what weighed on his mind was the future of the Jesund martial world.

With Leander’s talent and sheer will, no one could stop him from rising to the top.

Jesund and Astria had always been at odds. They were eternal rivals. If Leander lived on, Jesund would have no place to stand.

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Tsaric had no illusions about his fate. At that moment, he made his choice. He would everything he had into one last attack and take Leander with him. It would be his final gift to Jesund.

“Sir!” Lionel choked out, his eyes wet with grief as he knelt and lowered his head to the earth before the golden blade.

“He used Jesund’s forbidden sword art and became the blade,” Roman and the others gasped in disbelief.

Transforming into a sword was a Jesundese swordmaster’s final trump card. Once used, there was no turning back. They would trade their life for a chance to take the enemy with them.

Yvette and Madeline stood frozen, helpless. All they could do was pray for Leander in silence.

A shrill hum echoed overhead. The golden blade radiated death, ready to cut down anything that crossed its path.

Tsaric matched Grayson in strength. They were both elite martial masters. Now, with nothing left to lose, he poured everything he had into this one blow. His intent to kill Leander couldn’t

be clearer.

How could Leander survive a strike like that?

“Die, Leander!”

Inside, Colin was laughing like a madman. His eyes burned with frenzy. With Leander out of the way, he could go after Yvette freely. He’d be the heir again, no longer crushed under

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Leander’s presence.

“No, don’t!” Yvette and Madeline screamed.

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They looked completely shattered. Shaking their heads, they tried to hold on to hope. So much was still unresolved. So much was left unsaid. They couldn’t bear to lose him like this.

The blade hummed again, sharp and piercing. It ripped through the rain like lightning, flashing golden as it flew straight for Leander’s chest.

“Sir, Jesund will never forget your sacrifice!” Lionel cried out, pressed flat to the ground, weeping. “Whether it’s ten years or twenty, you’ll still be Jesund’s pride. No swordmaster will ever rise above you.”

The golden Jesundese sword tore through the sky, leaving a blazing trail. It broke the sound barrier, moving like a jet streaking overhead.

Leander didn’t flinch. It was as if the attack had come too quickly for even a breath of reaction. The golden sword shot through the air and slammed into his chest in full view of the stunned onlookers.

A huge blast thundered through the air. Golden light flashed, flooding the valley with a blinding glare. No one could see what followed.

One by one, stone pillars shattered. The sound echoed through the valley like rolling thunder. Trees swayed under the shockwaves. Wind howled over the peaks. Fighters were thrown back, caught in the storm of sand and stone.

The impact was like a barrage of grenades exploding all at once. Everyone stood frozen, stunned speechless by the sheer force of it.

“Sir,” Lionel shouted up to the sky. “Jesund thanks you for your sacrifice!”

Bathed in golden light, he pushed against the force of the blast, drawing on his inner strength just to stay standing.

Tsaric was gone, but in his final breath, he took down Leander, Astria’s unmatched prodigy. That sacrifice gave Jesund a rare and priceless chance. His name would be remembered for generations.

Atlas and the other Martial Sovereigns from the Great Seven Clans of Cloudveil could hardly hide their joy. Leander had been untouchable. None of them dared to challenge him. However, now that Tsaric had taken him out, Tardide Valley was theirs for the taking.

“All that power, Leander, and still you fell right here on Glidewing Mountain,” Colin exclaimed.

His fists shook with tension, but his chest felt light. Leander was gone. The pressure he’d lived

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Roman’s gaze stayed fixed on the lingering glow. He let out a sigh heavy with thought. “Such a shame. Jeff was on the verge of greatness. His story had barely begun. Who’d have thought Tsaric would throw his life away for one fatal strike?”

Theresa stood frozen, still trying to process what had just happened.

“At last! He’s finished for real this time!” Some of the Tarlyn Guild fighters shouted, bursting into cheers.

They embraced in triumph, celebrating like they’d won a war. Mason had died by Leander’s sword, and many still carried that grudge. Until now, revenge had seemed impossible with Leander’s strength.

They were free at last. A celebration was only fitting.

“Mr. Leander!” Frankie, Gumus, Tommy, and the other Mornwick leaders cried out, frozen in disbelief. They were as still as stone, the weight of the moment sinking in.

“No!” Madeline and Yvette screamed, falling to their knees. Their vision swam as the shock nearly knocked them out.

Disappointment hung in the air as the martial artists looked on. Heads shook. Sighs followed. They had come expecting to witness the birth of a legend. Instead, it ended before it even began. It felt like a cruel trick of fate.

“Jeff, Grayson, Tsaric. Three of the world’s top warriors, all gone on this same mountain. Was it mere chance, or the will of something higher?”

The one–armed elder kept still, his eyes fixed on the valley. His face was calm, unreadable. After a long pause, he gave a slow shake of his head.

As the golden light began to fade, people began to relax, believing it was all over. However, just as some turned to go, a sudden gust of wind swept out from the heart of the valley.

Dust swirled in the wind. The clouds above broke apart, and the rain eased into a light drizzle. Bit by bit, the valley came into full view.

All eyes turned upward.

In the middle of the valley, a single stone pillar still stood, untouched. It was the same spot where Leander had last been seen.

The crowd gaped. The valley had been torn apart with stone pillars blasted to rubble. How was this one still standing?

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A wave of dread passed through the crowd. Breath caught in their throats. Then, one by one, they looked further upward.

The sky cleared. On the pillar stood a lone figure, tall and composed. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked proud and untouched by it all.

“Leander?” Yvette whispered.

Her eyes lit up with hope. It felt too unreal to be true.

The figure was none other than Leander. He looked calm, his gaze steady and focused. He casually dusted off the front of his shirt as if nothing had happened. Not a scratch marked his body. No blood, no bruises. Just a small rip in his shirt where the blade had struck.

“That was a suicide blow?” He coldly chuckled, not even trying to hide his contempt.

Tsaric’s final strike had gone beyond the might of a Martial Sovereign. There were even traces of something greater, like the Transcendent Realm. It would’ve taken Grayson down in a heartbeat.

To Leander, though, it was barely worth noticing.

Years of bloodshed had forged his body into something stronger than steel. With Nirvana Energy refining his body nonstop, even Grayson’s rock–hard might was no match. He could tank that blow a dozen times and still shrug it off.

There was not a chance he could be killed.

The moment Leander came into full view, silence swept across the crowd. Roman was the first to snap out of it.

“From this day on, Jeff stands at the peak of the Astria martial world,” Roman declared.

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