Chapter 208
Chapter 208 Who Are You
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Leander’s voice sliced through the thick silence like a steel wire. In a few calm strides, he reached the foot of the stage.
He turned slightly, casting a cold side glance at Henry. His gaze held nothing but indifference and quiet contempt.
“If you Barrets want to throw your little empire party and swallow up West Listin, that’s between you and whoever’s dumb enough to care.
“I didn’t come here for any of that. I came to see her perform. The show’s over, and now I’m taking her with me. If you’ve got half a brain, you’ll move those dogs out of my way. They’re standing where I’m walking p>
His voice carried something dangerous. The tension made Henry pause. The entire plaza had been sealed off.
The Barrets had called in their top enforcers. Almost every major family had already surrendered. And still, Leander stepped forward like none of it mattered. Like the fear in the air didn’t belong to him.
People stared, frozen. No one expected this. Some felt a quiet jolt of admiration.
Even Richie had bowed out. And yet Leander stood firm, eyes steady, throwing himself into the lion’s den without blinking.
“You idiot. You seriously think you can act tough right now p>
Peter pushed forward before Henry could say a word. His face twisted in a smug grin.
“You hit me at the mall earlier. You think I forgot about that? And now you’re trying to take my cousin’s woman? You’ve gotta be suicidal.
“You think you’re better than the Barrets? You told my cousin to get lost like it was nothing. Why don’t you show us that same cocky act again?
“You like to fight? Then, go ahead. Let’s see if you can actually walk out of here with her p>
The woman clinging to Peter’s arm grinned like she’d just unwrapped a gift. She had been waiting all night to see Leander crushed under Henry’s heel.
Leander looked at Peter with a glance so sharp it could cut glass. He didn’t say a word.
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His mouth curled into a faint smirk before he turned to Henry. “Is that your answer too p>
Henry crossed his arms and chuckled. “Leander, I’ll admit it. You’ve got guts.
You really think you can stand here and take Madeline from me? You’re either bold or just plain dumb.
“I told you. She’s mine. No one touches her. And you? You think being some race- track hotshot means something to me?
“You’re nothing. You can’t even decide whether you live or die.
“If I wanted, I could crush you under my shoe. That Southwest racing legend stuff? It’s a joke. You’re a joke p>
Jordan still hadn’t moved. He hadn’t glanced at Leander. Men like that came and went. They always talked loud. They always burned out fast.
Going against his grandson for a woman? That was suicide.
Further in the back, Grace watched with a tangled look in her eyes. She had admired Leander’s speed and charm, but this wasn’t the racetrack. In a world ruled by martial might, his title meant nothing.
Yet something didn’t sit right with her. Yvette and Ginny weren’t tense or worried. They stood off to the side sipping drinks, as if none of this concerned them at all.
Henry’s words rolled off Leander like dust in the wind. He didn’t flinch or respond. He turned toward the stage. Two men in black stood guard between him and Madeline, each one built like a stone wall.
Leander didn’t speak. He lifted one hand and reached forward. His palm brushed the air with quiet force.
The guards stiffened. Their eyes went blank. A moment later, they collapsed where they stood, folding to the floor like broken mannequins.
The rest of the guards moved, rushing toward him from all sides. Leander kept walking. Every step he took knocked someone back.
Bodies flew through the air like broken chairs. The path cleared with every pace.
Ten steps later, he stood in front of her. He looked at Madeline like he was seeing her for the first time all over again, and his smile carried something soft and full of memory.
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“You were perfect tonight,” he said gently. Then, he reached out his hand and spoke with the same calm voice she remembered from years ago. “Let’s go p>
“Yeah p>
Madeline gave a soft nod and reached out, gently tugging on Leander’s sleeve. That one small motion pulled them both into something that felt like a memory-something long gone but still alive in the quiet between them.
She followed him closely, not saying a word. Together, they walked past Henry like he didn’t exist. They didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate. They just moved toward Yvette and Ginny.
Henry didn’t move either. He stood there, his eyes full of fire. He couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. Leander had crushed more than a dozen trained bodyguards like he was swatting flies.
“We’re leaving,” Leander mentioned.
He nodded toward Yvette and Ginny. They stood at once and joined him without hesitation. The four of them walked toward the doors, straight into the line of cold black gun barrels waiting at the exit.
“Henry.” Jordan turned his head. His voice was flat, his eyes empty, like he was already mourning a dead man. “If you want a woman, go earn her yourself p>
Henry caught the message. A twisted grin spread across his face.
So what if Leander could fight? It was nothing but showy tricks. Flash over substance. To someone like him-an Advanced Grandmaster-it meant nothing.
He stepped forward, his body blurring like a shadow, and then launched toward Leander in a straight line.
His palm surged with inner strength. He aimed straight for Leander’s spine. The air around his hand burned hot with the force of his inner power.
Just as he was about to strike, his hand slammed into something invisible.
It felt like hitting a solid wall made of wind and steel. The shock snapped through his arm and scattered his power like it was nothing.
A sharp burst of blood shot from his mouth.
His body whipped backward like it had been flung by a catapult. He crashed through one table, then another. Glass and splinters exploded around him. Plates shattered. His body skidded across the marble floor until it hit the wall with a dull, echoing thud. “No… f*cking way. My martial power… is gone p>
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Henry gasped for air. Blood dripped from his lips, but he didn’t feel it. He could only stare at Leander, his eyes wild and full of fear.
He didn’t even know what had hit him. One second, he was attacking, and the next, something hit him from the inside out. It didn’t just knock him back-it invaded him. It tore through his body and shattered everything he had built. His core. His strength. His future.
Years of cultivation disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Jordan’s face dropped. He stood frozen in disbelief. He thought Henry could take Leander down without breaking a sweat.
He had felt that energy earlier. It had swept through half the plaza like a storm. It wasn’t just strong. It was refined. Condensed. Lethal.
Without wasting time, Jordan vanished and reappeared beside Henry. He grabbed his wrist and poured in his own energy.
The truth hit him like a punch.
His face turned to stone.
“You destroyed his martial power p>
His voice shook with rage. His eyes turned bloodshot. Henry wasn’t just another fighter. He had been the future of the Barrets-the one Jordan had raised, trained, and built up.
And now he was ruined. The future of the family was ruined.
“D*mn you. I’ll kill you p>
Power erupted from Jordan’s body. His robes whipped and snapped in the air, even though there was no wind.
The weight of his fury blanketed the entire hall. He stomped the ground, and the
tiles cracked beneath his foot. Then he launched forward, tearing across the floor in
a single bound.
His fist came down like a wrecking ball. Wind blasted through the room. Tables and chairs flew like they’d been hit by a bomb. The chandeliers above trembled and swayed.
Every guest in the room froze. Their blood ran cold.
This was the strength of the Sky-Tearing Demon Tiger, but Leander didn’t even turn
his head. He just raised one arm and swept his palm backward.
The air collapsed with a low, muffled burst. Jordan’s fist stopped cold. A tidal force crashed into
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him. It crushed his strike, folded his energy back into itself, and flung him off the
ground.
He staggered back, boots scraping against the tile. Each step left a deep dent in the
floor. It took five steps for him to stop sliding.
His fury drained out of him, leaving only shock behind.
Jordan was one of the most powerful men in the martial world. In all of Astria, barely
four people could challenge him head-on. And yet Leander had stopped him with one strike. Casual. Effortless.
Jordan’s chest rose and fell. His voice turned low. His eyes darkened.
“Who the hell are you p>
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