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

Chapter 255: Chapter254-John’s Last Resort



Whoosh! Whoosh!

Inside the blood-red palace, John charged forward with his sword, looking like a deranged maniac. Each strike was filled with immense hatred, and the speed of his attacks grew faster and faster, accompanied by deafening sonic booms. The trajectory of his sword was nearly impossible to follow with the naked eye.

Every slash carried a power greater than the one before, like wave after wave crashing relentlessly. It was clear that, in his obsession to surpass Owen in every way, he had painstakingly honed his swordsmanship.

But despite his significant improvement, Owen remained steadfast, employing a simple strategy of overwhelming power. Each of his strikes was solid and forceful, disrupting John's subsequent attacks.

From a distance, it appeared as if John's hands, tightly gripping the bone sword, had become two long whips, swinging frantically and creating deafening gusts of wind as they left behind countless afterimages.

Every time his bone sword clashed against Owen's, brilliant sparks erupted, shaking the ground around them and leaving the blood-red palace riddled with cracks, almost collapsing under the pressure.

Bang!

At a certain moment, the relentless accumulation of John's sword energy seemed to reach its peak, carrying with it an unstoppable force, and slashed down from above.

It was as if this was the final judgment for Owen, and the only fate awaiting him was to be cleaved in half-inevitable and absolute!

"Judgment Descent!"

John roared furiously. Every exchange he had made with Owen up to this point had been building up to this ultimate strike!

Even a God King would be gravely wounded if caught in this attack!

"Die!"

At that moment, his murderous intent and sword energy merged together, accelerating the descent of the bone sword, tearing open black fissures in the void and making the entire space scream in anguish.

"Supreme Sword!"

Sensing the deathly aura emanating from John's attack, Owen gripped his sword tightly and unleashed a powerful horizontal slash!

Supreme Sword—nothing can stand in its path!

Clang!

The two intersecting swords collided at their peak intensity, creating a massive shockwave that rippled outward, shaking the entire world. The blood-red palace crumbled into ruins in an instant!

Boom! Boom!

The palace collapsed with an earth-shattering roar.

Protected by the power of the Order of Thunder and Order of Fire, Madelyn quickly activated her magic and fled the collapsing palace at top speed.

She glanced back repeatedly, her face filled with worry as she stared at the cloud of dust and debris that enveloped the ruins.

She knew Owen's combat power far surpassed his level and was utterly terrifying.

But John's innate talent had always been exceptional. He was a formidable combatant, second only to Owen among their generation.

Now that there was a vast gap in their levels, the difference between them had drastically narrowed. She feared that John had already caught up.

As she worriedly watched the smoky ruins of the palace, the Archdemon and the Dark God's head, who were locked in battle above the blood sea, were also drawn to the astonishing fluctuations, diverting part of their attention.

"Although I don't know what relationship you have with Owen, he's already dead. Continuing to struggle here is pointless."

The Dark God's head retracted his gaze from the direction of the blood-red palace and shook his head slightly.

He had clearly felt the shockwaves of John's Judgment Descent from far away.

Even if Owen had some tricks up his sleeve, that strike could severely injure a God King. Owen had no reason to survive!

Seeing the self-assured look on the Dark God's face, the Archdemon smiled faintly.

"You should be more concerned about your so-called disciple. He may have broken through to god-tier using a forbidden body-switching technique, but he's still no match for Owen."

The Archdemon knew Owen's strength very well. He had killed many god-tier mages and even God Kings. He had once beaten a God Emperor.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Seeing her expression, a vague sense of unease welled up in the Dark God's mind.

But how could a mere grandmaster-tier mage like Owen defeat a god-tier mage like John?!

Just as he was reassuring himself, a figure, battered and bloodied, flew out from the ruins, covered in deep sword wounds.

"I knew Owen would lose-"

The Dark God glanced indifferently at the figure, about to mock the Archdemon, but then something caught his eye, and his words got stuck in his throat.

The confident expression on his face turned into shock and disbelief.

The person who had been sent flying was not Owen-it was... John!

His prized disciple!

"How could this be? John has already reached god-tier! Crushing Owen should have been as easy as swatting a fly!"

The Dark God had never encountered such an absurd situation. His face turned ashen, and his aura grew cold.

At that moment, John, who was barely managing to stabilize himself in midair, ignored the bone-deep pain that riddled his body. He stared intently at Owen, who was slowly walking out of the ruins. His chest heaved violently, and deep within his heart, he felt a stabbing sense

of defeat.

Why?

He had gone to such great lengths to increase his tier and power. Why was he still losing to

Owen?!

In an instant, that small flicker of defeat turned into a blazing fire of madness, nearly consuming him. His entire body began to exude an aura of chaotic frenzy.

His massive frame, like that of a small giant, turned blood-red as if he had been skinned alive. His aura surged even further.

"Blood-drenched Sky!"

John roared, and countless bizarre forbidden runes swirled around him. The air vibrated with strange echoes, as if countless Dark Gods were responding to his insanity.

Seeing this, Owen immediately recognized the technique. It was a secret method that burned his own essence blood, causing his power to skyrocket temporarily.

It seemed John, being the chosen one, had more tricks up his sleeve.

With his power rapidly increasing due to the secret technique, John's body emitted scalding steam, and his crimson flesh looked like a piece of red-hot iron, warping and boiling the

surrounding space.

"Dying to this move should be an honor for you!"

Knowing that this state couldn't last long, John mentally summoned the bone sword back into his body, then raised his hand. The forbidden runes swirling around him surged forward! Each rune shot through the air like a bullet, filled with the sinister chanting of countless Dark Gods, carrying a curse that made one's skin crawl.

If touched, the target's essence blood would wither, and death would quickly follow! Familiar with this technique, Owen snapped his fingers. The Order of Thunder and Order of Fire manifested in front of him, interweaving together.

"Hmph, your TNT might have some power, but with just two Orders, it's nothing more than a

slightly stronger firework!"

Seeing Owen prepare to use his signature TNT technique, John sneered dismissively.

The forbidden runes he was using couldn't be shaken by TNT. It was a futile attempt!

But just as he finished speaking-

He noticed that alongside the Order of Fire and Order of Thunder, another force was blending

into the mix.

Sensing carefully, his flushed face suddenly showed a trace of shock.

Order of Life!

It was the extremely rare Order of Life!

John's rage nearly exploded.

The Order of Life was far rarer and more precious than other Orders!

Owen had previously stolen two Orders that should have been his. How did he now possess the

Order of Life as well?

As John stared with envy, jealousy, and hatred-

The three different Order powers rapidly merged before Owen.

They swirled together like three yin-yang fish chasing each other's tails and then charged

straight into the approaching forbidden runes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The countless TNT spheres that Owen had formed exploded the moment they collided with

the forbidden runes, releasing a terrifying shockwave that swept across the area, erasing the

runes completely.

John's gaze turned dull. Two Orders weren't enough, but the power of three was. How did

Owen create them so easily?

These were three entirely different Orders!

"Your technique isn't as powerful as I expected."

Owen shook his head, then merged the Godslayer Staff back into his body, clenched his fist,

and punched toward John.

"Heaven Emperor Fist!"

Boom!

With one punch, the heavens shook!