From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 436

Crack!

Fergus, well over three meters tall, took Leander's blow square on the chest.

A shockwave tore across the sky. Blue light danced over Leander's fist. Fergus glowed with the same blue aura and was blasted backward like a fired shell.

As he flew, sharp snapping noises crackled from his body. The Blood Armor Form coating him began to fall apart at a pace you could actually see. Piece by piece, it disintegrated, and then it finally burst apart with a thunderous sound.

Fergus sailed back dozens of yards before his feet slammed into empty air, and he forced himself to stop.

His mountain of a body hung there in midair and cast a massive shadow. Still, every set of eyes was fixed on Leander.

That layer of Blood Armor Form covering Fergus's skin — most people did not really know what it was — had earlier absorbed Leander's punch and left him unscathed. It was clearly incredibly tough, not something ordinary.

And yet, within minutes, Leander landed another punch and tore the Blood Armor Form to pieces. People watched in stunned fear.

"What a frightening power," Wyatt said, his eyes narrowing. He had heard about Fergus's Blood Armor Form back when he worked at the Arbitration Office.

People say that armor is forged from countless drops of blood and carries an overwhelming power to devour and defend. It is unbelievably tough and supposedly indestructible. Even an average Martial Practitioner wearing it can take a full-force strike from an Infernal Crown Transcendent without suffering a scratch. But now Leander throws a single punch and shatters the Blood Armor Form. I can barely wrap my head around it. If Fergus didn't have that layer of armor protecting him, would Leander's punch have outright crushed him?

Fergus hovered in the sky, staring at the shattered Blood Armor Form as it drifted away. For a long time, he was unable to form a reaction.

That Blood Armor Form had been forged from the blood of hundreds of boys and girls. Its power was pure. It protected him. It reduced damage. It could even swallow the force of incoming attacks.

With his cultivation level and that armor's defense, even if ten Infernal Crown Transcendents had attacked him at once, frantically striking from all sides, he would not have taken a scratch.

Inside the Transcendent Realm, Fergus had been sure no one could beat him. He had never imagined any Transcendent-level opponent could smash through his Blood Armor Form.

But Leander had done precisely that. With a single, brutal punch, he shattered the armor. The strength behind it left Fergus stunned and unable to make sense of what he'd just seen.

Leander floated with one foot on the void, lifting his arm casually. "Without that Blood Armor Form, that punch just now would have seriously crippled you. If you wanted to kill me, maybe the Chief Arbitrator of your Arbitration Office, or even the Supreme Arbiter, might have a slim shot. You? Not even close."

As this era's Son of Judgment, this was Fergus's first time coming out to hunt since he took the role. He had not expected Leander, his target, to look down on him so openly.

"Jeff Ashcroft, you have some nerve!" Fergus bellowed, his voice shaking the sky. Blood energy exploded from his body again. It was not as thick and syrupy as before, but it still glinted so fiercely it stained half the heavens red.

"You are not qualified to make the Chief Arbitrators or His Highness move," he continued. "I alone am more than enough to cut you down." His eyes flashed with a kind of mad light. "You think breaking my Blood Armor Form means you can gloat?"

Fergus let out a low, guttural sound. He clenched his fists until the veins stood out and muscles bulged. In plain sight, his body swelled at astonishing speed. Already over three meters tall, he shot up another segment. He reached five meters in height.

"Blood Demon Body," he growled. The sound carried like a decree. Every inch of him glowed a vivid, bloody red. Underneath that crimson surface, black currents roiled. He looked as if his frame were forged of adamantine alloy.

"Jeff Ashcroft, that Blood Armor Form was only my basic defense," Fergus said. "You broke it. So what? This is my true, greatest power."

The words barely left his mouth before he became a streak of blood-red light that tore through space. In the blink of an eye, he closed almost a hundred zhang and stood in front of Leander.

"Body breaking the sound barrier?" Leander narrowed his eyes.

Boom.

Smash.

Rumble.

The mountainside where Leander had struck exploded outward. A fierce wind swept the dust away. A figure stepped out.

"Hm?" Fergus's gaze flicked. He stared into the distance. Leander stepped forward through the dust. Not a scratch marred him. His clothes were intact. No holes. No tears.

"What?" Leander's eyes narrowed, and his expression changed.

He had thrown his whole weight into that charge. At supersonic speed, empowered by the supreme might of the Blood Demon Body, he could have shattered a heavy armored tank with a single smash.

He could have brought a speeding train to an abrupt halt. Yet Leander was completely unharmed.

"Is Sovereign Ashcroft okay?" Wyatt stared, incredulous. Leander had been slammed dead on by Fergus. That kind of force would have pulverized bones in an instant if Wyatt had been struck.

Even someone as formidable as Reid, a Transcendent of the Infernal Crown, would have their innate body defenses broken and be grievously injured on the spot.

But Leander walked away like nothing had happened. He had no wounds at all.

All eyes followed him as he strode into the air. "You were not the only one with body-cultivation tricks."

He looked at Fergus, who wore an expression full of doubt. A mocking smile tugged at Leander's lips.

"Devourer Form, activate!"