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As soon as Leander’s words fell, the entire area erupted into chaos. Dust and debris were swept into the air as if caught in a typhoon. Stones were lifted from the ground, and nearby trees were snapped in half.
“Soulbreaker!” Leander’s impassive voice echoed as he threw his punch.
At first glance, the punch seemed simple and unremarkable, but the moment it was unleashed, the ten–yard space between him and Alek turned into a vortex of violent wind. The force of the punch, infused with overwhelming inner strength, tore apart the very ground, causing loud explosions as it advanced.
Though there were still several yards between them, Alek felt the weight of the attack bearing down on him like a mountain, giving him no time to breathe.
The swirling vortex of inner strength locked Alek in place, cutting off all paths of retreat. Each step he took backward only intensified the pressure of Leander’s punch. By the third step, Alek could no longer retreat. No matter how he tried to evade, the force of Leander’s punch was constantly upon him, forcing him to confront the attack head–on.
“What kind of power is this p>
From her vantage point, Theresa and the others could see everything clearly. A small, swirling storm followed Alek’s every movement, completely sealing off his escape. Leander’s punch wasn’t just tearing through the ground–it seemed to lock space itself, a level of strength they had never even imagined.
Theresa recalled her father using his inner strength to shatter a small waterfall from a height of several dozen yards, a feat that had left her in awe. That was the hallmark of inner strength mastery, but Leander’s punch, which had stirred up a storm, was several times more terrifying. She couldn’t help but think that if faced with a wide river, Leander could actually stop it in its tracks. It was terrifying to imagine what else Leander could do—this was a force beyond human comprehension.
Meanwhile, the rest of the crowd was left in stunned silence, their minds blank as they waited to see the outcome of the battle between the two Martial Sovereigns.
Alek was now fully trapped by the force of Leander’s punch. With nowhere to run, every hair on his body stood on end–an instinctual response to the imminent threat to his life.
“You’ve got balls, Ashcroft p>
Alek roared, refusing to take another step back. He gathered all his inner strength, channeling it into his hands. Thanks to the Bone Expansion Technique, his already enlarged hands grew another half–inch, now the size of basketballs. Blue light flickered across his palms, and faint
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arcs of lightning danced between his fingers. He had pushed his Rolling Thunder Palm to its absolute limit.
“Rolling Thunder Palm, Third Stage: Lightning Requiem p>
Alek’s shout echoed like thunder as his palms, filled with the energy of a storm, slammed together. The air around him cracked with the sound of sonic booms, and the ground shattered beneath his feet. His inner strength formed two towering walls of force, separating him from Leander’s incoming punch.
“Lightning Requiem” was the highest level of the Rolling Thunder Palm, a technique that had not been mastered since the Peterson family’s ancestor first created it. For over a decade, Alek had secluded himself in training, trying to perfect this final stage without success. But that day, with his life on the line, he had broken through.
He knew this was the strongest strike of his life, a culmination of decades of training. Even if Grayson himself were standing before him, Alek was confident he could make the famed Jade Emperor take notice.
Leander’s power was immense, but Alek couldn’t believe someone so young could match the legendary figures of the martial world. He refused to accept it.
Boom!
Leander’s punch collided with Alek’s protective palm force, and the resulting explosion shook the heavens. The ground beneath them trembled violently, the sheer force of the impact sending shockwaves in all directions.
As Leander’s and Alek’s inner strength collided, the sky seemed to crack open. The clash of their two powers sent the ground erupting in waves, craters bursting open one after another. Countless stones were ground to dust and swept away in the fierce winds. The sheer force of their exchange showed everyone watching a new level of power. Faced with such might, even the Grandmasters among the crowd could only bow their heads in resignation.
“Stop struggling, Peterson–you can’t hold on p>
As the two forces clashed, Alek gritted his teeth, pouring every ounce of his inner strength into his palms. He refused to retreat even a step, but he was already at his limit. Leander, on the other hand, remained composed, facing Alek with only one hand while his other remained casually in his pocket. Despite having the upper hand, Leander still had the energy to speak, shaking his head and sighing as if pitying Alek’s futile resistance.
“No one has taken on my Soulbreaker and live to tell the tale p>
Alek’s breath caught in his throat, and a sinking feeling took over his heart. He could feel the shift in Leander’s punch, but it was too late by then. In the next instant, the power of Leander’s Soulbreaker punch, which had been locked in a stalemate with Alek’s palms, suddenly
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exploded. It transformed into a sharp wind blade, slicing through Alek’s protective force like a knife through butter.
Alek’s pupils widened in shock as the wind blade tore through his defenses and slashed past him. Leander followed up with another punch, pushing the first punch’s force forward, the two strikes combining into an unstoppable wave. Alek’s protective palm force was ripped apart as the combined might of Leander’s fists crashed into his chest and then passed straight through his body.
The storm of energy dissipated. Alek stood motionless in the center of the battlefield, his expression unchanged, as though nothing had happened.
Leander, having retracted his fist, casually walked back to the courtyard and turned his attention to the Silverleaf plants, paying no further heed to Alek. It was as if the battle had already slipped from his mind, and he no longer had any interest in fighting.
A deafening silence fell over the space. No one dared to breathe loudly, much less speak. Though the fight had ceased, everyone was desperate to know the outcome–who had won?
“Who won p>
Theresa’s gaze darted between Leander and Alek, trying to make sense of the situation. That last exchange should have decided the battle, yet now both fighters had stopped, leaving her confused. Then, her eyes narrowed as she noticed a subtle change in Alek’s face. A sickly flush of blood had crept onto his cheeks. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn
Alek himself broke the silence, his voice filled with bitter resignation. “That Soulbreaker punch… who created such a technique p>
Leander didn’t turn around, his eyes still focused on the Silverleaf. But his voice echoed clearly. “Soulbreaker is part of my Trinity Strike Technique. Unfortunately, you won’t live to see the
other two p>
“Trinity Strike Technique … ” Alek sighed, a sound filled with a strange sense of relief. “To have created such a technique before reaching the age of twenty… even Gareth Ashcroft and Grayson Shire are half a step behind you. At least I had the privilege of witnessing it firsthand p>
A look of peace, more serene than ever before, spread across Alek’s face as he smiled slightly. “Jeff Ashcroft… you’ve won p>
Crack!
At the moment his words faded, the sound of bones snapping echoed from within his body. Alek’s form crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
The once–mighty Martial Sovereign of Cloudveil, Alek Peterson, was dead on the spot.