Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start? - Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Chapter237-Leslie’s Grandfather
Had they known Owen had held something back, they would have attacked him while staying outside the field.

But there were no second chances, and now, the Truth Church Pope and the Sacred Pool God King exchanged glances, seeing the ruthless determination in each other’s eyes.

Owen had just slain the Blazing God King, largely due to the terrifying power of his fist, but the Blazing God King’s overconfidence had also played a part.

Now, with the two God Kings teaming up seriously, Owen wouldn’t stand a chance!

In an instant, the Truth Church Pope and the Sacred Pool God King had made up their minds, their eyes flashing with cold resolve.

The Sacred Pool God King gripped his blue water-like sword tightly and charged toward Owen, the sound of surging water immediately echoing from the blade.

Wherever the sword passed, the void itself was sliced open, leaving a faint blue water mark that lingered in the air.

This was a blade sharp enough to wound divine weapons. Even though Owen’s fists were powerful, they were no match for a true divine weapon. One strike from this sword would surely shatter Owen’s body.

As the Sacred Pool God King attacked, the Truth Church Pope didn’t remain idle. His immense mind power gathered like a tidal wave into the ancient scripture in his hands, and from it emerged condensed mental waves in the form of ancient characters.

Each character was mysterious, exuding a peculiar energy.

Like bullets fired from a gun, they shot toward Owen, reaching him before the sword even did, striking his body first.

The golden light covering Owen’s body rippled, and the energy from the Heaven Emperor Fist, which contended with the heavens themselves, diminished significantly.

Seeing this, the Truth Church Pope smiled even more. All beings should revere the heavens and the earth, and for those like him, a God King, this reverence was ingrained deep within their bones.

No one could escape it.

Even though their mana was sealed, the awe they commanded was still present in everyone’s hearts. The Pope’s goal was to disturb Owen’s mind, to plunge him into fear and terror before the might of the God Kings.

If Owen was truly unbreakable physically, then breaking him mentally was the best option!

“Mental attack?”

Owen immediately noticed the changes. The mental runes bombarding him felt like nightmares, whispering in his ear about the might and invincibility of the God Kings.

“God Kings? So what? They’re just older fools!”

As the whispers grew more piercing, Owen let out a cold laugh, and the golden light on his body seemed to boil.

A domineering aura emanated from him, as if he were an emperor of the mortal realm, ready to crush all enemies underfoot!

Under the weight of this aura, the Truth Church Pope instinctively took a step back, momentarily seeing a terrifyingly colossal figure standing before him, making him feel like a mental dwarf in comparison.

As the Pope’s mental state faltered, the runes attacking Owen were crushed by his overwhelming willpower.

That same domineering intent surged from Owen, unstoppable like a tidal wave!

The Truth Church Pope felt a wave of panic.

How could Owen’s mind power be this strong?

Especially with that rebellious spirit, as if he would overthrow the heavens and reshape the world according to his will.

It was something the Pope had never seen before!

“Useless fool!”

Meanwhile, the Sacred Pool God King, seeing the Truth Church Pope fail miserably, cursed under his breath.

After all, the Pope’s mind power was among the best of all God Kings. Yet, despite wielding a powerful treasure, he couldn’t even affect a young upstart like Owen. It was pathetic.

After cursing the Pope, the Sacred Pool God King’s expression grew even more serious. It seemed that now, he could only rely on himself!

In an instant, his sword strike toward Owen became more decisive, faster, like a flash of blue light that was almost imperceptible.

As the blue sword light approached, sharp as the scythe of death, Owen felt a chill run down his spine and immediately turned his attention to the Sacred Pool God King.

Even with the boost from the Heaven Emperor Fist and the golden light surrounding him, the sharpness of the divine sword made his scalp tingle. He knew his current body couldn’t withstand this strike.

At that moment, all the gathered mages focused on the Sacred Pool God King, their faces pale.

The sword aimed at Owen filled them with dread, even from just watching; their pupils shrank, sensing the presence of death.

None of them believed they could survive that strike. After all, it was the Sacred Pool God King’s most powerful divine weapon, unmatched even without mana!

It seemed Owen would finally be defeated.

Many of the leaders from across Middle Earth breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more at ease.

If Owen had really killed the three prepared God Kings, they wouldn’t stand a chance against him, even if they banded together.

In that case, their situation would have been dire.

But a God King was still a God King—such explosive power was beyond what Owen could match.

Leslie, too, turned part of her attention toward Owen. Even she, with the ability to use some mana, felt the chill of death under that sword.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Owen took a deep breath and unleashed the Heaven Emperor Fist once again, meeting the sword head-on.

Sizzle!

The domineering energy of the Heaven Emperor Fist roared forth, but the blue sword light pushed forward, slicing through it.

Then, the golden light covering Owen’s fist was cut through as if it were soft tofu. But in that moment, waves of force surged from Owen’s fist.

If one punch wasn’t enough, then he’d add more!

Heaven Emperor Fist—Triple Wave!

Boom! Boom!

Two more thunderous explosions rang out.

Having endured the three crushing waves of the Heaven Emperor Fist, Owen’s arm throbbed with pain, but the sharp energy of the blue sword had been neutralized.

The Sacred Pool God King’s face suddenly changed. That strike had been his strongest move, using all his power.

Yet now it had been blocked!

Even more terrifying, the residual energy from Owen’s punch continued toward him, growing larger in his vision. The overwhelming pressure left him no room to resist.

Boom!

A house-sized fist slammed into the Sacred Pool God King, reducing him to a pile of flesh and bones. His life force dissipated into the air.

The Sacred Pool God King had fallen!

The many mages watching this scene stood with their mouths agape, faces filled with terror.

The power of the Sacred Pool God King’s sword strike had been plain for all to see. Yet not only had Owen blocked it, but he had also turned the tide, killing the God King in the process.

How many more cards did Owen have up his sleeve?

Just how far could his fist technique go?!

Many god-tier mages felt their hearts waver, as though a seed of doubt had taken root.

In the next moment, a familiar sound of flesh and bone tearing echoed through the air.

The Truth Church Pope, still dazed from the mental onslaught, was struck in the chest by one of Owen’s punches, exploding into a cloud of blood and gore.

The Truth Church Pope had fallen!

“Holy crap!”

At that moment, every god from Middle Earth was stunned, only able to curse out of pure instinct, trying to relieve the shock in their hearts.

The three prepared God Kings, fighting together, had been killed by Owen!

This was unbelievable. If this event were recorded by historians in Academy City, future generations might assume it was a mistake.

After all, no human could accomplish such a feat.

And as witnesses to the carnage, the gods grew even more terrified.

Owen was lawless, slaughtering three God Kings without hesitation.

None of them believed Owen would let them go.

As panic spread among the gods of Middle Earth, a thunderous roar suddenly tore through the void.

“Rebellious child, how far will you go?!”

The voice echoed endlessly in their minds, filling them with a primal sense of fear.

When they regained their senses, they saw a figure tear through the void and appear before them.

The newcomer wore cold, stern black robes, his hair and beard completely white, his face radiating authority.

Just by standing there, he seemed to be above all things, exuding an inherent arrogance, like a king born to rule.

Upon seeing this man, Owen’s expression grew heavy. From him, Owen could sense a power far beyond that of any God King.

This was a God Emperor!