From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 433

Boom!

A loud explosion suddenly rang out. No one knew where it came from or what had shattered. The sound was sharp and clear, and it shook everyone's eardrums.

Between Leander and Fergus, a violent gust of wind surged through the air. It swept up everything nearby, pulling in broken stones and shattered wood. The debris was ground into dust, leaving nothing intact.

The two of them barely moved. The storm shot upward into the sky, and the entire range shuddered as if the land itself were struggling to stay steady. What had been a peaceful place now looked like a barren desert with dust flying everywhere.

"What powerful spiritual strength!"

Wyatt shielded the members of the Dual Meridian Sect as they stepped back. His face was filled with shock.

After reaching the Transcendent Realm, he had gained some understanding of spiritual strength. But because he had no method to train it, he could only touch the surface and never go deeper.

Now, the clash between Leander and Fergus seemed to open a door for him. He finally understood what true spiritual strength was.

The moment Fergus released his spiritual strength, Wyatt almost lost control of his own mind. That alone showed how strong Fergus was.

Yet Leander was able to stand his ground. That meant Leander was also a spiritual master.

The two forces clashed sharply. Wind roared through the area. Then Leander took a single step forward.

In the space between them, everyone could faintly see a nearly invisible ripple line dividing them. When Leander stepped forward, that line moved an entire yard toward Fergus.

Fergus' expression changed, and his heart trembled.

"This guy's spiritual strength is incredible. Isn't he an Eastern fighter? How does he know how to use spiritual strength?"

He knew that spiritual strength and martial arts were not the same thing. They both came from strength, but the paths to obtain them were completely different.

For most people, reaching great success in either martial arts or spiritual strength alone was already rare. Mastering both was almost impossible.

Each cultivation path demanded complete focus. A fighter who tried to train both body and mind at the same time often failed to reach a high level in either.

His own spiritual strength came from the blood essence of children that the Arbitration Office collected for him. With help from the 16 Supreme Arbiters, his body had been shaped to master both arts.

But Leander's power shocked him. Leander was not only strong in martial arts, but his spiritual strength was even stronger. It was hard to believe someone like him could exist.

Fergus looked young, but he was almost thirty years old. Leander, however, was not even twenty. In terms of talent, Fergus had already been surpassed.

The more gifted Leander seemed, the stronger Fergus' killing intent became.

As the Son of Judgment, he refused to let anyone more talented than him live. He wanted to destroy Leander completely.

He suddenly released a burst of spiritual strength and broke the deadlock. Then he raised one hand and drew the surrounding air toward him to form a spiral of power.

"Airsplit Slash!"

His hand turned into a blade, and he swung down at Leander.

That slash looked like a steel blade falling from the sky. The force was sharp and heavy. When it landed, it split a stone wall dozens of feet tall clean in half. Half the mountain dropped under that single strike.

If Jesund's former sword master Enderman had seen this, he would have bowed in shame.

A red streak of energy flashed across the sky. Leander stood below it. As the blade energy was about to hit his head, he flicked his finger.

A sharp clang rang out. The massive red blade cracked from the tip, and the fracture spread like a spider web. The next moment, it shattered in midair.

Fergus' attack was completely broken. He stayed calm and pulled his hand back. He gathered another wave of blood energy in his palm and pointed at the air.

Fergus flew back more than thirty yards and crashed through three thick rock walls before he finally stopped.

Wyatt's eyes lit up. Leander's strength was overwhelming. When Reid had taken one punch from him earlier, he had been severely injured.

Even if the Son of Judgment were stronger than Reid, he would definitely be hurt now.

He turned to look at Leander but froze. Leander was not moving. He was staring at his own fist with a faint look of surprise.

A thin layer of blood energy covered his knuckles and faded slowly into the air.

Fergus' laughter echoed from the broken cliff.

"Interesting! Since I became the Son of Judgment, it's been a long time since I met someone who made me take them seriously."

He raised his head slightly. His five fingers curled into a fist as a terrifying surge of energy burst out of him.

His shirt tore apart. Streams of red light flowed from his body and wrapped around him. They formed a strange crimson armor.

Despite taking that punch, he was completely unharmed.

"Jeff, you're the first person to ever see my Blood Armor Form. Today, all of you will die here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his muscles began to expand. His arms, legs, and chest grew larger. His height shot up from six feet to over ten. He looked like a giant.

The blood armor covering his body expanded along with him, and his aura kept rising.

"Blood Net Formation, rise!"

As his deep voice rang out, countless blood-red threads shot into the air. They connected one after another and formed a massive net that covered the entire mountain where the Dual Meridian Sect was located.