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

Chapter 238: Chapter238-Archdemon: In Need of a Bed-Warmer



God Emperor!

Far surpassing god-tier and God King, a God Emperor was a towering figure among mages!

If a God King was the strongest mage most people would ever encounter in their lifetime, then a God Emperor was a being so rare and powerful that most mages would never even see

one.

These mages were so powerful and so few in number that they held immense sway over Middle Earth.

A single footstep from them could shake the entire realm.

Owen never expected that such a powerful God Emperor would appear here.

Moreover, the old man in black bore a striking resemblance to Leslie, not just in appearance, but also in the innate arrogance they both carried.

The gods of Middle Earth immediately recognized the black-clad elder.

Daemon-Rosewood!

A heavyweight figure of the Rosewood family!

Thinking back to how the Rosewood family had previously sent someone to persuade Leslie to return, it became clear that this elder was indeed Leslie's grandfather.

And this was true.

However, Leslie's expression grew colder as she looked at her so-called grandfather, a hint of madness and murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

The old man glared at Leslie, "You rebellious girl! Disrespecting the order of Middle Earth, defying the family head's command, and even disregarding the family's arrangements to pledge your life to another-such actions are treacherous and lawless!"

He had just arrived and was already casting a sidelong, disdainful glance at Leslie.

"Hmph, you call me lawless and treacherous? Who do you think you are, old man?" Leslie shot back coldly, showing no respect.

"You... you... you are utterly unfilial!"

Daemon's face flushed with anger. He had been about to remind her that he was her grandfather, but seeing her complete disregard for authority, he deemed her unworthy of being part of the Rosewood family.

"Unfilial? From the moment you cast my mother and me out of the family, abandoning us to fend for ourselves, I severed all ties with that so-called family!"

Leslie's aura grew even colder. "And as for how you treated my mother, I'll make sure to hold you accountable for that myself in the future!"

Upon hearing this, Daemon's already boiling rage erupted, and he swung his hand to slap Leslie across her fair cheek.

"You ungrateful wretch!"

His slap came swiftly, and Leslie, despite her current power, had no time to evade.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

But at that moment, a fist blocked Daemon's hand, the powerful strike pushing the elder back several steps.

Owen had appeared in front of Leslie, staring coldly at Daemon, who was quick to regain his footing.

Although Daemon was a God Emperor, within this field, his mana was sealed just like everyone else's, reducing him to nothing more than a physically stronger mortal.

Owen had no fear of him!

"Old man, lay a hand on my wife again, and I'll break your legs!"

Owen's voice was stern, icy, and full of threat.

The gods of Middle Earth were stunned, staring in disbelief at Owen.

They hadn't expected him to speak so brazenly, even in the presence of a God Emperor!

This was a God Emperor!

An emperor among mages!

Daemon, too, was shocked by Owen's audacity. He had heard of Owen's feats, but he hadn't anticipated that Owen would be so bold, showing no fear even in front of him.

"Boy, your fist technique is quite interesting. I've recently learned a new one myself. I'm curious to see if your fists are even one-tenth as strong as mine."

Daemon beckoned Owen, provoking him.

He had watched as Owen killed the three God Kings, relying on the raw power of his fists. Daemon himself had mastered a fist technique that could shake the heavens, but he had never found a worthy opponent.

Owen's technique piqued his interest; this could be a chance to satisfy his urge for a fistfight and teach this young upstart a lesson!

Seeing Daemon's arrogant demeanor, Owen shook his head slightly.

This old man had clearly never faced a real setback before.

Competing in fist techniques with me?

What was he thinking?

The Heaven Emperor Fist was the foundation of all fist techniques, invincible and peerless! Daemon's fists might be intricate, but compared to the Heaven Emperor Fist, they were like child's play before a master.

"Well, since you so earnestly ask for a challenge, I'll be kind enough to show you the difference between looking at the moon from a well and witnessing the vast sky from the depths of the ocean!"

As Owen's words fell, a wave of overwhelming arrogance surged from him, crushing Daemon's natural pride.

"Arrogant fool!"

Daemon's old face contorted with rage. He had seen plenty of brash young mages before, but none as outrageously arrogant as Owen!

In an instant, both of them launched their fists.

Daemon's fist technique was equally aggressive and domineering. His punch summoned images of countless fierce beasts, a flood of monsters tearing through the skies and staining

the heavens with blood.

On the other hand, Owen's fist was enveloped in golden light. It wasn't as flashy as Daemon's, but the power behind it was pure and unyielding, full of crushing dominance!

Boom!

The two fists collided, and both Owen and Daemon trembled from the impact. Then, a shockwave exploded outward, carving deep trenches into the ground.

The gods of Middle Earth, who had been watching, were sent flying by the force, coughing up blood and unable to approach.

In the next moment, golden light burst from Owen's fist, and a surge of even greater power erupted, crushing Daemon's illusions of fierce beasts into fragments of light.

Daemon's heart sank. His Imperial Fist had been crafted from studying countless beasts and mimicking their techniques and intents.

It was designed to break through any fist technique or truth.

But Owen's punch was even more domineering, carrying an emperor's might as if standing

high above everything.

All things in the world were nothing but fleeting dust and smoke!

In comparison, Daemon's fist intent seemed inferior.

Even more troubling was that Owen's fist energy had been tempered to perfection, while

Daemon's, though vast, lacked cohesion.

Boom!

Daemon's body trembled again, his entire arm nearly shattered, forcing him to retreat

continuously.

"Good! Good! Let's see how many more punches you can throw!"

Enraged after being forced back by Owen's punch, Daemon steadied himself and charged

forward once again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two clashed once more, their punches coming faster and faster, until their movements

became impossible to follow, with only the deafening sound of explosions and the

increasingly chaotic waves of energy filling the air.

The gods of Middle Earth were left dumbstruck.

They had thought that Owen's ability to kill God Kings was his limit, but now, even against a

God Emperor, he was gaining the upper hand!

Daemon's face had gone pale, his mind reeling.

Why was it that no matter how much stronger and more powerful his fist intent became, he

still couldn't suppress Owen?

On the contrary, Owen's punches seemed to grow sharper and more refined with each strike!

Boom!

With each punch of the Heaven Emperor Fist, Owen's strength became more unified.

His eyes locked onto Daemon's fist energy, and no matter how it changed, Owen remained immovable, his fist intent building continuously.

At a certain moment, the air trembled and shattered, and Daemon was sent flying.

The black robes on his arms ripped apart, revealing blood-soaked arms riddled with cracks,

nearly limp.

The Heaven Emperor Fist grew stronger the longer it fought, continuously accumulating force, whereas Daemon's technique, though seemingly improving, lacked the ability to fundamentally evolve like Owen's.

Caught off guard, Daemon was severely injured!

The excruciating pain in his arms made Daemon's eyes bloodshot, and the humiliation of

being beaten down by Owen only stoked his rage.

"Damn it!"

He cursed as Owen, sensing victory, pressed his attack, seemingly intent on finishing Daemon

off as he had with the God Kings.

Daemon's heart skipped a beat.

But just then, Owen suddenly halted his advance. A system notification had warned him that

the field was about to expire!

It was over!

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