From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 455

That's insane!

That was the only comment anyone could grasp. In a single exchange, everyone finally understood why people whispered Leander's title, "Iron Sovereign," with awe.

His ranking at fifth on the International Combat Units suddenly felt like a massive understatement. Someone with power like this had every right to aim straight for the throne. Even Khaedor's long-held supremacy looked shaky.

Khaedor's expression hardened. Every tendon in his body snapped with tense power. "Jeff, looks like I need to deal with you personally."

His massive bat-like wings flared open behind him, stretching wide enough to blot out half the sky.

"Batwing Tempest!"

He roared the phrase like a battle cry. The wings beat once, and the sky ripped open. A storm exploded outward, ripping entire trees from the mountain as if they weighed nothing. A tidal surge of wind tore toward Leander like the world was being unmade.

Leander stepped onto empty air as if standing on solid ground. His arm swung through the void.

Wind bucked.

A cyclone erupted into existence behind him.

Gasps erupted across the cliffside.

The two storms collided overhead. The force rattled every boulder on the ridge. Even the Transcendent elites watching retreated quickly, unwilling to risk getting pulled in by the insane pressure.

A thunderous crack burst across the valley.

Boom! As Leander and Khaedor clashed, a mound of shattered rubble nearby burst outward. Nicholas emerged from the debris—blood-streaked, unhinged, and burning with fury.

"Jeff!"

He stomped down. The ground within a hundred feet split like shattered glass. Air began swirling around him, growing thicker and heavier with every breath he took.

"Tiger-Demon Body, Demon Rise!"

His body grew larger, veins bulging like ropes. Muscles rippled and tensed beneath his skin, resembling living armor. His aura erupted with a violent shockwave. His fingers shaped into glowing tiger claws.

The true commander of Bloodthorn Mercenaries finally appeared.

"That's his real form?" Seth's voice cracked. His gaze jumped from Nicholas' monstrous transformation to Khaedor's sky-wide bat wings. His knees felt weak.

Faces around him drained pale. Few had ever seen Khaedor unleash his full Blood Clan power. Seeing both him and Nicholas in peak form in the same battle was enough to chill the bones.

"Blood Clan transformation... Another body-forging arts?" Leander narrowed his eyes. None of this surprised him. Khaedor sat at the pinnacle of the Infernal Crown Transcendent Realm. Nicholas had the ability to match Fergus, the Son of Judgment.

Once both released their hidden techniques, their combat power spiked dramatically.

Khaedor fought Leander head-on without losing ground. Nicholas seized that moment, soared upward, and unleashed a punch from over a hundred feet away. The force hit the ground before he did, shredding stone into dust.

Leander's expression didn't flinch. He brought his right fist back and launched it forward, meeting the blow at its strongest point.

A horrifying screech of air tore outward. Nicholas' power slammed in from every direction, concentrated into a single brutal point.

The instant Leander touched it, he slid back three paces.

Shock rippled through the onlookers. They had never seen Leander forced backward.

Nicholas pressed the advantage. His roar cracked across the valley. A streak of shadow whipped sideways—the shape of Khaedor diving in. His wing-blade carved toward Leander's neck like a guillotine.

Leander raised his arm.

Clang! A sharp metallic ring echoed as the blade-hand hit his forearm. A crushing pressure threw him off balance. His feet scraped across the air as he steadied himself.

Nicholas and Khaedor moved flawlessly together. Nicholas hammered relentlessly from the front while Khaedor sliced with lethal precision at the flank. Every blow got more vicious than the last.

"You two cowards... really? Two-on-one?"

Seth, Keith and Kenneth exploded with outrage.

"Khaedor! You're supposed to be the top of the International Combat Units! Two-on-one? Don't you feel ashamed?" Seth shouted.

Khaedor's only response was a cold snort. Born of the Blood Clan and human blood, he was feared worldwide, but he had no regard for pride or honor. His only concern was the win—clean, simple, and direct.

He knew exactly how dangerous Leander was. A solo fight would drag out and drain too much strength. Fighting alongside Nicholas made things far easier. He could conserve energy for the upcoming relic fight.

…

High above, Leander kept being pushed back. Step by step, blow after blow—no chance to counter.

Keith and Kenneth tensed, ready to leap in—until a blazing wall of fire burst across their path.

"You two insects want to interrupt this? Know your limits."

Halia's icy stare froze them in place.

Truth hit them hard—they couldn't even survive the shockwaves from this battle.

Boom! A concussion, like an explosion, ripped outward.

Khaedor's thoughts fractured. What physique is this? A god-level being? Impossible...

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