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

Chapter 101: Chapter101-Old Man, Come Over Here and Get Beaten!



"Owen! Leslie!"

Many mages looked utterly shocked.

They had assumed that Owen and Leslie would never reveal themselves easily and would instead mobilize a large number of mages within the city to resist to the end.

After all, their opponents were two powerful diamond-tier mages.

However, Owen and Leslie had both appeared at the city gate.

What did this mean?

Were they planning to confront Chief Elder Otto and General Stanley head-on?

Edward, who had been frantically recording the scene, paused in disbelief when Owen and Leslie made their entrance.

He could hardly believe his eyes.

He thought Owen and Leslie were incredibly arrogant and oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

These were two renowned diamond-tier mages. Among all diamond-tier mages, how many dared to challenge them?

If they relied on the city's formations to resist, they might hold out for some time, perhaps even contending with Otto and Stanley with the help of other mages.

But by appearing openly, they were giving Otto and Stanley the perfect opportunity for a decisive strike!

Once targeted, escape and concealment would be nearly impossible, leading to certain death. The dignity of a diamond-tier mage could not be challenged!

At this moment, not only Edward and many prodigies were astonished, but even Stanley and Otto did not expect Owen and Leslie to show themselves so quickly.

Otto couldn't tell if these two were overly confident or foolish enough to believe they could contend with him.

A flash of light from his storage ring produced a bloodstained longsword, which flew straight at Owen and Leslie.

"Do you really think that killing a few useless pawns gives you the right to be arrogant in front of me? Now, I give you a chance to atone before everyone by committing suicide!"

Despite everything, he was their elder.

Striking first would be beneath him, so he decided to give them one last chance to apologize.

Otherwise, he would make them understand the true meaning of suffering.

The blood-colored longsword flew through the air like a blinding streak, emitting a pungent stench that tinged the air red.

Leslie was about to act, but Owen stepped in front of her.

"Leave this Chief Elder to me."

Based on the intelligence gathered from Davis, Owen was fully aware of the various skills and trump cards of both the Chief Elder and the General.

Although the Chief Elder was much stronger than Stanley, the top-secret information indicated that Owen was the best match to face Otto.

With narrowed eyes, Owen's body surface was covered in a writhing, dark light that turned his entire body a black iron color, emitting an indestructible aura.

He then clenched his right hand tightly, grabbing the blade of the blood-red sword. With a firm grip, the blade twisted and shattered like a pretzel.

"Otto, you are a renowned elder, but do you have the courage to fight me?!"

After crushing the blood-red sword, Owen's sharp gaze fell on Otto, and he beckoned him with a hand gesture.

At this moment, all the mages who witnessed the scene were stunned, unable to believe their eyes. Owen was actively challenging Chief Elder Otto!

Had he gone mad?

There was a gap of two entire tiers between them! It was like comparing a firefly to the bright moon!

Previously, if Owen hadn't provoked him, Otto, as an elder, would have been restrained by decorum.

But now that Owen had issued the challenge, Otto had every right to respond, and no one could justifiably intervene on Owen's behalf.

Owen was burning his bridges!

Even Edward, who had seen many grand events, was full of disbelief. Otto, at the pinnacle of diamond-tier, had attack methods comparable to a master-tier mage.

Such a mage would be treated with utmost seriousness and caution by Academy City.

Had the pressure driven Owen to the point of madness?

All eyes then turned to Otto.

"Very well, since you seek death, I shall grant your wish!"

Owen's disdainful words and provocative actions ignited Otto's already raging fury, like a powder keg being lit. Otto's bloodshot eyes stared intently at Owen, and the intense killing intent radiated from him like thick smoke, soaring into the sky and spreading in all directions. The mages behind Otto felt a penetrating chill through their bodies, causing them to shiver and retreat, distancing themselves from Otto.

They had always known the Chief Elder's formidable strength, but Otto had rarely shown true anger before.

Now, in his fury, they realized just how insignificant their power was compared to his.

They couldn't even withstand the killing intent emanating from him.

Almost simultaneously with their terrified retreat, Otto's burly figure vanished from where he stood, suddenly appearing before Owen as if he had teleported.

In his hands, he gripped a large silver-white axe.

The axe had a long handle, and its head depicted a soaring bluebird, with the blade radiating a sharp, cold light. He swung it down towards Owen's head.

With this swing, the very space seemed to lock and solidify, countless mana gathering onto

the axe blade, making it the only thing capable of moving within the frozen space-time.

Despite Owen's enhanced perception, his pupils contracted as he barely tracked Otto's

movement.

He then saw the axe raised and descending towards his head, giving him an illusory sense that he couldn't evade or defend against it.

This feeling was something Owen had only vaguely sensed before when wielding the Supreme

Sword.

Otto had indeed neared the level of a master-tier mage; otherwise, this move couldn't have such a terrifying, immobilizing effect.

Even a gold-tier mage or a diamond-tier spell couldn't resist this move-they would only end up beheaded, with no chance of struggle.

"A mere gold-tier shrimp, to die by my hand, is a blessing earned over three lifetimes!" Otto's face twisted into a grim and delighted expression.

Although he had not yet stepped into the master-tier, under the guidance of the previous Chief Elder and through his own insights, Otto had already grasped parts of the domain and

[Order].

This power was a complete downgrade attack against a low-level mage like Owen, who could not possibly resist and was entirely at Otto's mercy.

It was only at this moment that Edward and the other mages realized Otto had made his

move!

Such speed!

Such terrifying power!

All the mages present gasped in awe and looked at Otto with reverence.

They asked themselves, if they were in Owen's place, would they have been able to respond

under the pressure of Otto's aura?

They realized they would have been beheaded before they even had a chance to react.

Owen also found it difficult to break free, feeling as though he was stuck in a quagmire, surrounded by insurmountable resistance.

Swoosh!

As the large axe was about to cleave Owen's forehead, the Orders of Thunder and Fire suddenly burst forth from his body. Only an [Order] could counter another [Order]!

In the next moment, flames erupted beneath Owen's feet like a dazzling firework, shattering

the powerful binding force.

Then, arcs of lightning danced across his body, boosting his speed nearly tenfold.

He quickly dodged backwards, causing the scene before his eyes to blur from the rapid

motion.

He could only hear the howling wind in his ears.

At the instant Owen retreated, the silver-white axe fell, grazing his hair and slicing off a few strands, which turned to ash.

The turbulent mana from the axe blade shot out, forming a beam several dozen meters long

that struck the city wall below with immense force.

Boom!

The nearly hundred-meter-thick wall erupted in a deafening roar upon impact from the axe

blade.

The earthy yellow wall, like a gigantic loaf of bread, was cleaved into two sections.

The separated halves left a wide, dark groove where the blade had cut!

Many mages who failed to dodge in time were caught in the aftermath, becoming unfortunate

casualties.

The already restless hearts of the onlookers grew even more anxious.