From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 471

The affairs within the Ashcroft Family remained unknown to outsiders.

In contrast, news of Leander's feat at the Aorinth Peaks—where he singlehandedly slaughtered fifteen Chief Arbitrators—had shaken the entire underground world. His unprecedented act of occupying the entire International Combat Units by himself became the hottest topic among martial artists everywhere.

But beneath the roaring waves of discussion, a long-forgotten term quietly resurfaced, echoing throughout the international martial world: the King Phase.

The international martial world was instantly plunged into a stormy, turbulent era.

Legends of the King Phase soon began circulating wildly across the forums of the International Martial Network. Countless secrets long buried deep beneath layers of dust began to surface once more, dragged back into the light.

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Inside the president's office of Highcliffe University, Christopher leaned back in his plush leather chair.

His frown deepened as he scrolled through thread after thread discussing the King Phase.

He knew all too well that, in ages past, the ones who truly dominated the world were the King Phase masters, thinking, The King Phase era… Is it finally coming back?

Most of those figures had withdrawn into the shadows after World War I, choosing instead to manipulate global affairs from behind the scenes. But they vanished completely after World War II.

Not a single King Phase master had appeared in the world in the last eighty years, and so the legends surrounding them slowly faded from memory.

It was Leander's recent battle at the Aorinth Peaks that finally brought back memories of the term "King Phase".

"Jeff Ashcroft… So, you're the one who brought back that era…"

He sighed deeply, his gaze becoming profound and unreadable.

…

Boom!

A thunderous explosion suddenly erupted across a remote mountainous region deep within Europa, sending shockwaves throughout the entire mountain range.

High above a mountain peak, hundreds of feet above sea level, a massive handprint—as large as the hand of a colossal titan—sliced horizontally through the air. It cleaved the entire mountain cleanly in half, leaving devastation in its wake.

The impact rippled outward a thousand feet from its trajectory, crushing everything in its path. Six towering peaks exploded in an instant.

A dark palace sprawled out beneath a mountain valley, silent and gloomy. But flames of rage surged violently within the palace walls.

"Outrageous!" A raspy voice shook the air.

"In the past six months, Jeff Ashcroft has not only caused the Arbitration Office tremendous losses, but has even humiliated us in public! Why haven't His Highness and the others taken action? Are we supposed to just let him run rampant?"

At the end of a shadowy corridor stood a burly man in a blue fitted combat suit, his arms folded across his chest. In the dim light, his golden hair was particularly striking.

He was practically radiating with fury, his eyes wide with rage. His voice boomed with annoyance and impatience, his innate vitality surging wildly around him. Behind him, the faint silhouette of a dragon could vaguely be seen, stirring in the shadows.

"'The Only One in History'? 'The Sole Ruler of the International Combat Units'? Hmph! Jeff Ashcroft is nothing more than an arrogant punk who doesn't know his place! Does he think he's invincible just because he managed to defeat Reefus?

"Compared to a true King Phase master, he's nothing more than a child. It'd be effortless to snap his neck if I truly wanted him dead.

"If His Highness won't act, I don't mind dealing with him myself!"

Dragon energy rippled through his voice, causing the surrounding space to tremble violently. It was as though a terrifying ancient beast were lurking within his body.

Though Leander currently occupied the entire International Combat Units, reigning over the world as the first person to ever stand at the top of the world, this man clearly wasn't impressed. His words indicated he regarded Leander as nothing more than an ant to be crushed.

"Restrain yourself, Folger!"

A refined, scholarly middle-aged man in white robes stood beside the burly figure, his hands clasped behind his back. He'd barely raised his voice, but the golden-haired man immediately fell silent mid-rage.

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