Chapter 292
Chapter 292 The Technique That Eats Everything
The sun was still blazing, but no one was sweating it anymore-not because they weren’t hot. but because they were too stunned to feel it.
“Wait… number one?” someone whispered, voice barely holding it together.
The whole squad stood there, jaws slack, brains short-circuited. The name Leander Ashcroft was now echoing in their heads louder than ever.
Maximilian, Gareth… Those guys were already walking legends. Ranked third and second on the Astria Power Index? Yeah, no surprises there.
They had braced themselves to hear that Leander was maybe in the top ten.
Instead? He wasn’t just on the list. He was sitting at the top, above Maximilian and Gareth.
Boomer blinked hard. “Captain, you serious right now p>
Torre raised an eyebrow. “What, you think I’m cracking jokes p>
He smirked. “Weren’t you listening earlier? Chief Hooper called him ‘Sovereign p>
That hit like a slap.
Now that they thought about it, Larry had literally dropped to his knees. Guy looked like he’d seen a ghost and was ready to write his last will.
Torre crossed his arms. “Chief Hooper is strong, sure. But up against a Martial Sovereign? Especially the Iron Sovereign? He wouldn’t even try. He’d get flattened. Why else do you think he dropped to his knees looking like he saw a ghost p>
The mood shifted in an instant.
Silence shattered. Then the yelling started.
“Holy hell, we actually lucked out!” Boomer forgot all about standing at attention-he was practically bouncing, fists in the air like he’d just won the lottery.
“Northern Wyvern Blade always walking around like they’re royalty, right? Just because they’ve got number two training them. Well, guess what? We’ve got number one. This next Wyvern Cup? I’m going to stomp those arrogant clowns into the dirt p>
Brute cracked his knuckles, grinning ear to ear. “D*mn right! With Chief Ashcroft leading the charge, we’re taking them down. Six-zero, no less. I don’t want a win-l want a clean sweep. We’re going to wipe the floor with those guys p>
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Torre didn’t say anything at first, just stood there watching them lose their minds. Inside, though, he was buzzing too.
Man… never thought General Leon and the other big shots would actually go this far. Bringing in Jeff freaking Ashcrofi? That’s not just serious-that’s full-on war mode.
This time, we’re gunning for the top. Southern Wyvern Blade’s done playing backup. We’re going to take
center stage.
Someone in the crowd shouted, “Captain! Come on, tell us more! What else has Chief Ashcroft done p>
The floodgates opened. Torre didn’t hold back.
One story led to the next-each more outrageous than the last.
Meanwhile, Skyler stood frozen as Torre’s words kept coming. Every story hit like a gut punch.
At Mount Lurvale platform, he dropped Mason from the Tarlyn Guild with one punch. Just one.
Glidewing Mountain-Grayson didn’t last a minute. Even the Sword Master of Jesund got tossed like scrap.
Then there was West Listin: seven Martial Sovereign arbitrators, one Transcendent… all swept aside like they were nothing. Leander walked away without a scratch.
Ravenridge? He tore the whole Umbral World apart, forcing the Lord of Umbral to show up in person and apologize.
Skyler couldn’t breathe. What the hell am I even doing here?
Every story felt like another nail driven into his confidence. He used to think getting selected into the Southern Wyvern Blade made him something special. Maybe he’d finally caught up. Maybe if he kept grinding, he’d have a shot at overtaking Leander someday.
Now? That dream was in shambles.
This was no longer a small gap. It was a chasm, a galaxy. They weren’t even playing the same
game.
He looked around. His teammates were practically glowing with awe. Leander was a legend now, not just a man.
Skyler exhaled sharply and dropped into a crouch, arms resting on his knees. “Yvette… you were right p>
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There was no bitterness left in his voice-just clarity and acceptance.
He stopped chasing.
必零
Leander was already dancing among the stars while he was still scrambling up foothills. Even if he climbed to the peak of his own mountain, Leander would be somewhere far beyond, breaking through the sky itself.
Skyler closed his eyes and gave a weak smile. There’s no shame in standing at the base and admiring someone who’s born to fly.
That quiet moment didn’t last.
Leander’s voice sliced through the air like a whip. “Is this what I asked you to do? Stand and gossip p>
The whole squad snapped up straight as if a jolt of lightning had struck them.
Leander was already there-arms crossed, gaze calm and unreadable, a roll of papers tucked under one arm.
“Chief Ashcroft!” they called out, voices sharp.
“Another hour,” he stated coolly. “Since you all look so relaxed p>
No yelling. No scolding. Just stone-cold authority.
He walked forward, still calm. “I’ve put together personalized training plans for each
of you. Based on your body type, fighting style, everything p>
He raised the roll of papers slightly. “These are yours p>
“Brute p>
A sheet peeled off and floated through the air, landing neatly in Brute’s hands.
Mouths dropped.
Leander didn’t even blink.
“Vane p>
“Torre p>
“Boomer p>
One by one, the papers danced through the air, guided by nothing but Leander’s presence.
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Then-
“Skyler p>
The last sheet floated toward him.
Skyler looked up, hoping-maybe-for a glance, a nod, something.
Leander didn’t even look his way, acting like he were any other face in the squad.
It hurt more than any punch. Skyler’s throat tightened as he thought, He doesn’t see
me, neither as a rival nor as a threat-just another rookie among the crowd.
That realization stung worse than defeat.
He then looked down at his paper. His hands stopped moving.
The sheet was packed with notes on his stance, his habits, weaknesses, and strengths. Everything lay bare, as if Leander had studied him for years.
Skyler wasn’t the only one frozen. Everyone stood staring at their own sheets in awe.
They were all thinking the same thing.
We just met him-barely thirty minutes. Maybe said a few words. Yet he’s already got
us figured out. Every stance. Every habit. Every flaw.
This isn’t a Chief Instructor doing his job. This is someone playing chess while the
rest of them were still learning how to move the pieces.
Chief Ashcroft is definitely a legend-no doubt about it.
Leander stepped forward again. “Those are your personal roadmaps. But now, I’ll
teach you something you’ll all share p>
He raised his hand.
“I built this myself-a breathing method that works no matter your path. Whether you use inner strength, magic, or some rare talent… this will push it further p>
From across the field, a massive scroll came rolling in like it had a mind of its own.
Ten feet wide, glowing symbols floating off it like fireflies.
He pointed toward the scroll.
“Starting tomorrow, you’ll meditate every dawn. Follow every breath, lock in every rhythm, and
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make it muscle memory p>
He let the silence settle for a beat.
“I call it… the Devourer’s Flow p>
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