Chapter 466: Leon’s Rising Might

Leon’s Rising Might

Then—

Neither side hesitated.

They moved again.

BOOM!

Their figures collided.

Again.

And again.

In the lightning domain, Gareth’s combat strength was indeed extremely formidable.

The moment he entered his domain, his speed became terrifying.

His strength increased sharply.

The lightning surrounding him seemed almost alive.

Every time Leon moved, bolts of heavenly lightning descended from strange angles.

Some came from above.

Some emerged from behind.

Others appeared directly beside Leon’s body, forcing him to twist and evade at the last possible instant.

Gareth’s palm followed closely behind.

Strike after strike.

Fast.

Heavy.

Merciless.

The battlefield became a blur of lightning and shadows.

Leon moved through it all with extraordinary calm.

His midnight robes fluttered.

His long black hair swept behind him.

His purple eyes remained focused on Gareth.

There was no panic.

No hesitation.

Only the quiet concentration of someone who had already understood the rhythm of his opponent.

Every collision caused the sky to tremble.

Every clash produced a thunderous roar.

That earth-shattering battle shocked everyone below.

The cultivators of the Celestis Academy and the Sky Breaker Academy alike raised their heads.

No one dared to speak loudly.

No one dared to blink.

They were afraid that if they looked away for even an instant, they would miss one of the decisive exchanges.

One of the younger students swallowed hard.

"Phew... Too strong! This is a battle between peerless pinnacle Realm experts. It’s dazzling."

Another cultivator stared at Leon’s figure in disbelief.

"I didn’t expect that Guardian Elder Leon’s strength had unknowingly surpassed the Headmaster."

The words spread through the crowd.

More people began discussing among themselves.

"If this continues, Guardian Elder Leon will become the number one person in our Celestis Academy."

Even the older cultivators could not deny it.

Leon had grown too quickly.

It had been difficult enough to believe that he had reached the pinnacle Realm.

But now he was standing against Gareth, a mid-stage pinnacle Realm expert, without showing any obvious signs of defeat.

That was beyond imagination.

Among the crowd, Mike watched the battle silently.

His grey hair fluttered in the wind.

His black eyes remained fixed on the two figures high above.

After a long silence, he finally praised, "I didn’t expect Junior Brother Leon to grow to such a level in just ten years. As expected of the primordial Principal Physics, as expected of the number one immortal physique in history."

There was genuine emotion in his voice.

He had watched Leon grow.

He had seen the young man walk step by step from obscurity to the height he stood at now.

Yet even Mike had never imagined that this day would come so quickly.

He looked toward the distant sky.

"Such astonishing talent. Perhaps it won’t be long before he can really break the legend that there have been no Martial Monarch experts in the Fallen Leaf Domain for ten thousand years."

Mike paused.

Then his lips curved upward.

"My Celestis Academy... will prosper."

There was no envy in his eyes.

Only relief.

Mike was already old.

His hair had long since turned grey.

The endless pursuit of cultivation no longer stirred the same fire within his heart.

The so-called Immortal Principle had once been his greatest ambition.

But after countless years, that ambition had slowly faded.

What remained was responsibility.

The Celestis Academy.

Its inheritance.

Its students.

That was what truly mattered to him now.

For a long time, he had carried a worry that he had never spoken aloud.

What would happen after he was gone?

If one day his lifespan reached its end, would anyone remain in the Celestis Academy who could carry this ancient inheritance forward?

Would the academy survive?

Would the principles passed down through generations disappear with them?

No one knew how much pressure he had endured throughout those years.

For the harmony of the academy and its continued development, he had sacrificed countless things.

He had swallowed his pride.

He had compromised when necessary.

He had carried burdens that others never even noticed.

All because he wanted the Celestis Academy to survive.

And now—

He finally saw hope.

His gaze returned to Leon.

Perhaps this young man was the answer he had been waiting for.

Not far away, Shera was also watching the battle in the sky.

His black hair moved in the wind.

His black eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

He had once looked down on Leon.

There had been a time when he believed this junior was nothing more than an overly talented young man who had been fortunate enough to receive extraordinary opportunities.

But now?

Shera couldn’t even see Leon’s back anymore.

The distance between them had become too great.

He watched the battle silently.

His expression changed several times.

The vitality surging through his own body was becoming increasingly powerful.

His Mana was thick.

His foundation had begun to tremble.

Perhaps...

After this matter was over, he would be able to break through to the Legendary Realm.

That thought briefly stirred something within him.

But it quickly faded.

Because even if he broke through, Shera knew the truth.

He was no longer Leon’s match.

The realization was bitter.

Yet strangely, it was also liberating.

There was no shame in admitting that someone had surpassed him.

Leon had simply gone too far ahead.

High above them, the battle became increasingly intense.

The lightning domain roared like an enraged beast.

Gareth’s attacks grew heavier and faster.

Leon continued to meet him head-on.

One exchange became ten.

Ten became a hundred.

A hundred became a thousand.

The sound of collisions never stopped.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Every clash sent ripples through the void.

The surrounding space trembled.

The dark clouds churned violently.

Divine lightning descended like a storm of heavenly punishment.

Yet neither man stopped.

After the two of them exchanged thousands of blows, Gareth’s expression completely darkened.

Sweat had begun to gather along his forehead.

His breathing had become heavier.

His hands were slightly numb.

But what truly disturbed him was not exhaustion.

It was Leon.