From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 466

A teasing curve lingered at the corner of Leander's mouth. Flames surged through his palm, while his eyes stayed glacial—razor-sharp, merciless.

On the Arbitration Office's side, only three Chief Arbitrators remained.

Edis and Dholous were drowning in despair. They had thrown everything into this operation. Jeframon had even burned his soul to tear open a portal and drag all twelve of them here.

And in the span of a breath, Leander had butchered the rest.

For the Arbitration Office, this was the greatest disaster in centuries—utterly incalculable.

A single Chief Arbitrator took mountains of resources and decades of cultivation to produce. Losing even one was agony.

Now?

Twelve had fallen in one sweep.

If this reached the Arbitration Office, The 16 Supreme Arbiters would erupt like volcanoes.

Among the stunned spectators, only Halia had fought Leander up close. She thought she understood his strength.

Now she realized—he'd never used even half of it on her.

When Reefus and his group appeared earlier, her confidence soared.

With that lineup, killing Leander seemed guaranteed. Then she could slip away and steal the Bloodjadea in the chaos.

And when twelve more Chief Arbitrators descended from the sky, she was even more certain Leander's death was sealed.

But reality slapped her awake. Hard.

Leander alone had slaughtered twelve Chief Arbitrators.

In less than half an hour, only Edis, Inas, and Dholous remained. He even one-punched the Flame Witch, a fire-type metahuman and a full tier above Halia.

A monster like this erased the last trace of greed in her chest. Treasure was wonderful, sure, but compared to your life, it meant nothing.

She wanted no part in getting hunted across continents by a creature like him just for a shiny leaf.

The other onlookers trembled, lips quivering. These weren't random powerhouses he'd killed. They were Chief Arbitrators of the Arbitration Office, and Leander had torn through them like paper.

Unbelievable wasn't strong enough to describe it.

In a world this vast, who could defeat this unstoppable, sky-cracking youth?

That thought hit everyone at the same time.

"Your turn, you three."

Leander's voice was cold enough to freeze bone. Sparks danced across his palm.

He was ready.

They forced their hearts steady and crushed the panic threatening to crack them.

They understood perfectly: this was the knife-edge between life and death.

One thought led upward; one led straight into the abyss.

They had come to surround and kill Leander and failed spectacularly.

With the way Leander operated, none of them were walking away.

"Only a fight to the death leaves us even a sliver of hope!"

Dholous, who had been arrogant earlier and eager to settle the score, now wanted just one thing—survival. Leander's monstrous strength and terrifying speed shattered any illusion of victory.

Dholous had no confidence left.

"You came for me?" Leander's gaze sharpened to a blade. "Then be ready to die."

Leander stepped forward. His fist drove out, and a deep-blue fist shadow rolled ahead of him. This time, he didn't hold back at all.

In that same instant, the three let out a roar. Almost as one, they each dragged out a ghost-blue Judgment Crystal and crushed it in their palms.

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