Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start? - Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Chapter280-A Distinguished Guest
Deamon and the others looked on with grim expressions.

Under their watchful eyes, Charles-Saint, despite quickly activating his inner armor to block most of the impact from the Spear of War God, still couldn’t avoid the terrifying shockwave that was transmitted through the spear.

His armor caved in, and several ribs were broken from the force. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, the mages who had been rooting for Charles-Saint were utterly horrified.

After all, Charles-Saint had clearly been fighting without holding anything back, and his combat power had already approached the level of a God Emperor-tier.

Yet, even with such terrifying strength, he had still suffered a heavy blow in his confrontation with Owen!

If it hadn’t been for his extraordinary inner armor protecting him at the critical moment, the Spear of War God would have pierced his body, leaving him severely wounded like never before.

For a moment, countless people stared at Owen in shock, as his combat power had clearly surpassed Charles-Saint’s, completely contrary to their expectations.

But when they looked at Owen, they found he had mysteriously disappeared from where he had been standing.

As they searched for him in astonishment, someone suddenly gasped, spotting Owen silently appear behind Charles-Saint, his massive dark-golden sword aimed directly at his neck!

One strike, intent on beheading him before the crowd!

Many from Middle Earth were so terrified by this scene that their souls almost left their bodies.

Just as they were about to intervene to stop the attack, they noticed that Charles-Saint seemed to have sensed the danger in advance.

He coldly turned to face Owen, a thin dagger as sharp as a cicada’s wing gripped tightly in his hand, aiming for Owen’s abdomen, intending to destroy his mana core in a single thrust.

It was a strategy of trading injury for injury.

With the protection of his treasured Thunder Dragon Armor, even if he were gravely injured, the regenerative powers of the Thunder Emperor bloodline would allow him to recover quickly.

But if Owen’s mana core was shattered, he would be reduced to a cripple!

If Owen chose to defend himself, he would lose the initiative and be crushed under relentless pressure until a fatal flaw was found.

No matter what choice Owen made, it seemed he would end up dead!

However, just as a triumphant smile appeared on Charles-Saint’s lips, he suddenly realized that Owen’s figure had vanished—it was merely an illusion!

Next, Owen’s form appeared all around him, each copy unleashing powerful attacks.

As the clones closed in on Charles-Saint, a Mana Void suddenly expanded from the void, enveloping him.

The moment Charles-Saint saw Owen’s myriad images, he knew things were going south. The arrival of the Mana Void further disrupted the mana inside his body.

Even though the Thunder Emperor bloodline rapidly fought off this strange energy, his power plummeted, weakening him by at least tenfold from where he had been moments earlier!

Strike when he’s down!

Kill him when he’s weak!

The moment Charles-Saint’s aura faltered, Owen’s clones launched their attacks all at once.

Although the high-quality inner armor absorbed most of the attacks, it also drained a significant portion of its stored mana.

Then, when Owen himself appeared and unleashed a Heaven Emperor Fist, the inner armor’s protective energy waves, already weakened, finally crumbled under the combined force of Owen’s Supreme of All and the Heaven Emperor’s authority.

Bang!

The punch landed squarely on Charles-Saint’s chest, sending him flying. His body bent like a shrimp, and blood spurted uncontrollably from his mouth.

“Owen, how dare you!”

At that moment, Deamon and the others, sensing danger, cried out in horror and charged toward Owen.

But the dragonfolk and Leslie had been watching them closely. The moment they made their move, the dragonfolk swiftly intervened.

“Their duel doesn’t concern you, so why are you interfering?”

“Yeah, wasn’t Charles-Saint supposed to be so powerful? How come after just a few exchanges, Owen is completely crushing him? He’s not that great after all!”

“Anyone who dares to act arrogant in front of Mr. Owen will soon be pushing up daisies!”

The dragonfolk, along with the Dragon Princess, mocked the gods of Middle Earth, who had previously been strutting around as if they owned the place, preventing them from interrupting Owen.

While the gods of Middle Earth were being held at bay, Owen rushed over to the still-reeling Charles-Saint and, without hesitation, raised his hand to slap him across the face.

Just as Charles-Saint was recovering from the excruciating pain in his abdomen, he saw Owen’s hand coming toward him. Furious, he glared at Owen and barked:

“How dare you! I am the young master of the God Realm!”

“You were so arrogant just now, trying to steal my wife?”

Before he could finish speaking, Owen’s slap landed even faster.

Smack!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the air.

Everyone who had been fighting moments earlier stopped and turned to look at the distant figure of Charles-Saint. When they saw what had happened, their pupils shrank.

A deep, bright red handprint had appeared on Charles-Saint’s once-noble face, standing out so starkly that it seemed to burn just to look at.

Was Owen insane?

To treat Charles-Saint so roughly, he was practically declaring war on the God Realm!

The God Realm was not like other places; it was a force with celestial god-tier beings at its helm!

Charles-Saint, now sporting a vivid handprint on his cheek, was utterly stunned. Even his parents had never laid a hand on him, yet Owen, this lowly worm, had struck him!

In an instant, an uncontrollable rage surged through him, nearly driving him to madness. His silver hair stood on end like a porcupine’s quills, and crackling silver lightning erupted from his body, filling the air with the acrid smell of burning.

But at that very moment, Owen, not one to show mercy, slapped him again!

“If your parents didn’t teach you well, let me do it for them!”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The sound of repeated slaps filled the air, shocking everyone so thoroughly that they stood with their mouths agape, unable to utter a word.

With every slap Owen delivered, Charles-Saint’s face twisted in pain, the burning sensation on his cheeks turning his anger into a sickly shade of green.

Owen’s actions were a complete humiliation, trampling his dignity into the dirt.

From now on, he would be a laughingstock!

However, under the suppression of the Mana Void, Charles-Saint was no match for Owen. Every time he struggled to fight back, Owen only slapped him harder.

Just as Charles-Saint was about to explode from sheer fury, Owen sensed the Mana Void beginning to break apart. Without hesitation, he gripped the Supreme Sword and swung it down toward Charles-Saint’s neck.

Faced with the impending threat of death and the humiliation Owen had subjected him to, Charles-Saint finally cracked. His overwhelming anger morphed into cold fear.

For someone of his high status, nothing terrified him more than death!

Everything else could be set aside. As long as he lived, he could eventually use Owen’s blood to wash away this disgrace!

In a state of extreme terror, Charles-Saint lifted his head toward the heavens, crushed a ring in his hand, and cried out for help:

“Father, save me!”

His voice was garbled, mixed with blood.

At that moment, Owen, in the midst of swinging his Supreme Sword, suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure descend from above, instantly locking him in place!

Under this pressure, Owen felt as if he had been severed from the surrounding space and time.

Even though Charles-Saint was right in front of him, it was as if they were now separated by two different worlds.

Owen’s expression immediately grew serious. Though he had yet to see the newcomer, anyone capable of such a feat could only be a celestial god-tier entity!

Charles-Saint’s father, a celestial god-tier being, had finally intervened!

Not only did Owen feel an immense pressure, but all the mages present also noticed a terrifying energy permeating the atmosphere. Even just being in its presence caused their thoughts to slow.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the sky was torn apart by a formless force, revealing a majestic figure wreathed in golden lightning!

As he appeared, the gods of Middle Earth stared in awe, their eyes widening in disbelief.

It was the Lord of the God Realm!

A celestial god-tier mage!

He had finally made his appearance!