From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 725

Bam!

Leander threw his first punch, the force behind it roaring like a raging dragon as it slammed violently into

the sword domain.

Shing! Shing!

The instant his fist met the domain, countless streaks of sword light erupted outward. A brilliant arc of lightning seemingly split the sky, spreading from the point where fist and blade collided. Invisible shockwaves surged in all directions, rippling endlessly.

The sea churned beneath them–winds howled, clouds twisted, and towering waves surged skyward, rolling and crashing in chaotic succession. The sheer force swept across over 300 feet, and the surface of the ocean beneath their feet caved inward as if pressed into the shape of a massive bowl.

Leander’s first punch had been blocked.

“Again!” Leander stepped back several paces.

Within the sword domain, Homer stood unmoving, as steady as a rock rooted deep in the earth. But Leander only grinned, slammed his foot down, and surged forward once more, throwing another punch.

“Break!” Homer remained as calm as a meditating monk, his expression unreadable. With a flicker of light, his sword flashed like a white arc as he met Leander’s punch head–on.

Boom! Boom!

As if two top–tier warships were locked in a ferocious exchange of fire across the sea, water exploded into the air. Countless fish blasted skyward, torn into bloody mist, yet the two King Phase masters paid no heed, continuing their relentless assault against each other.

Each time Leander threw a punch, he was forced several yards back. In contrast, Homer didn’t yield a single step.

The sword domain remained intact, and to any observer, it seemed that Leander was completely at a disadvantage–no matter what he did, he couldn’t break through Homer’s unmatched domain.

However, only Homer himself understood the strain he was under.

Every time Leander’s fist struck, the entire domain trembled.

Though it appeared unmoved, he knew the truth–Leander’s power was already shaking its very foundation. He hovered several yards above the sea, yet with every clash, the water beneath him caved in again and again, churning violently under the impact.

Rumble!

Another thunderous crash rang out as Leander was repelled once more. Yet his face broke into a wide, exhilarated grin. Suspended midair, he stomped down on nothingness and shot upward dozens of meters,

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a dragon’s roar shaking heaven and earth.

“Again!”

He grabbed his right sleeve with his left hand and tore it back, his right arm swelling with muscle as raw, primal strength gathered within it.

“Trinity Strike Technique–three forms as one. Dragonfire Fist Eruption!”

With this punch, Leander fused the power of the first three forms into a single strike. His physical strength and Primordial Energy merged to their absolute peak. A dragon’s shadow surged forward/before him, and faint scales seemed to shimmer across his arm, as if a true dragon had possessed him.

Screech!

A deafening roar split the sky. Leander’s entire form was engulfed in blue light as a colossal dragon of Primordial Energy lashed forward, lunging at the sword domain with savage force.

Homer’s eyes widened in shock. The attack came too fast–before he could even draw his sword, the dragon–shaped fist had already struck the domain.

In that instant, the sword domain–once as solid as a steel cage–finally gave way. It shattered under the assault, torn apart piece by piece as the dragon force churned through it like a raging beast diving into the

sea.

Homer’s expression turned grave as he retreated rapidly. Even after breaking the domain, the fist force coiled forward like a predatory serpent, continuing its relentless pursuit.

“Stormveil Sword Art–Raging Gale!”

His blade whirled into a storm, forming a massive barrier dozens of meters wide before him. In a single breath, he unleashed 21 strikes–each one a pinnacle of ancient swordsmanship.

Even so, the incoming force remained unstoppable, like a dragon tearing through everything in its path. No matter how refined Homer’s technique was, the overwhelming power crushed each streak of sword light one after another.

As he struck, he was forced back step by step. In the end, the fist force shattered all 21 sword strikes before crashing directly into the edge of his blade.

A deep hum reverberated through the air. Homer’s body trembled as shockwaves exploded beneath his feet, the sea collapsing under him as he was driven back about 300 feet, leaving a long white trail across the water.

Leander stood proudly in the sky. His right sleeve had been completely torn away, and along his arm, a faint blue dragon–shaped marking flickered into view–his flesh and bones seeming as unyielding as celestial steel.

Leander’s punch, unleashed with his Devourer Form fully activated, carried a terrifying level of power Coupled with his already overwhelming Primordial Energy, even Homer’s seemingly unbreakable sword domain couldn’t withstand it.

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“What a terrifying punch!”

Richard’s eyes burned with admiration and longing. He was already a Martial Sovereign and someone countless martial practitioners looked up to and chased after. Yet compared to Leander and Homer- whose every move seemed capable of shaking heaven and earth–that was the true level of power he aspired to reach.

Homer had been blasted back about 300 feet by Leander’s punch, his feet skimming over the raging wave as his gaze turned even colder.

He hadn’t expected Leander to be this difficult to deal with. He had already unleashed his strongest Triune Technique and even used Heaven–Earth Seal, yet he hadn’t managed to harm Leander in the slightest instead, he had been forced back by a single punch.

It seems his physical body has already reached the absolute limit of the King Phase… perhaps even surpassed it. Even fall short!

Homer let out a silent sigh. That punch–where raw physical strength and Primordial Energy fused so perfectly–was simply astonishing.

“Again!”

While Homer was still reflecting, Leander’s fighting spirit surged. His figure flickered and shifted, crossing over a hundred meters in an instant as he appeared above Homer, both fists crashing down in rapid succession.

A sharp clang rang out. Homer didn’t retreat even half a step, his sword flashing repeatedly. In an instant, fist force and sword light collided across the surface of Ivyshore Bay, countless bursts of energy shooting out like bolts from a drawn crossbow in every direction. Water exploded upward, forming a curtain of spray that blurred everyone’s vision.

The two figures became impossible to track–only the flashes of fist/force and sword light revealed their positions. They fought from the sea into the sky, from the sky to the distant shoreline, and back again to the ocean. Everywhere they passed, everything was destroyed, shattered beyond recognition.

“This… is the world he belongs to. This is the real him!” Rachel finally understood why Leander, a mere working college student, had always seemed so different–why he remained calm and unshaken even in the face of danger. It was because he himself was extraordinary, possessing a power far beyond what ordinary people could ever imagine.

At last, the curtain of water thinned, and their figures emerged once more.

Homer held his sword horizontally, its blade shimmering with crystalline light, dazzling to behold. Across from him, Leander stood bare–armed, his muscles tightly coiled, his presence solid and unyielding

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