Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 331:Who Are You?A Hero

Chapter 331:Who Are You?A Hero

Ethan reacted instantly. He twisted, grabbed Mark’s arm, and used the momentum to spin. His leg lashed out and slammed into Mark’s side.

BOOOOOOOM!

Two horrifying shockwaves collided.

The entire palace shook violently. Walls cracked and collapsed. Dust and rubble filled the air like a storm. The impact sent both figures skidding across the ground, leaving deep trenches behind them.

Before the dust could settle, Mark lunged again. His movements were brutal and fast. His fists tore through the air, each strike carrying crushing force. Ethan met him head-on, blocking some blows, dodging others by inches.

A punch grazed Ethan’s shoulder and blasted the stone behind him into fragments.

Ethan countered with a knee strike aimed at Mark’s ribs. Mark twisted and took it head-on, then retaliated with a savage elbow that clipped Ethan’s jaw.

Blood sprayed out from his lips.

Ethan slid backward, boots scraping across broken stone. He wiped blood from his lips and steadied his stance.

Mark roared and charged again.

Their fists collided.

BOOOOM!

The shockwave blasted outward in all directions. Pillars shattered. The ceiling cracked further, chunks of stone crashing down. People screamed and ran, some crushed under falling debris.

Mark pressed forward relentlessly. His attacks were wild yet powerful, driven by raw strength and madness. He swung again and again, trying to overwhelm Ethan with brute force.

But Ethan remained calm.

He shifted his steps slightly, letting attacks slide past him. He struck back with precision, each counter clean and deadly. A palm strike to the chest. A kick to the thigh. A punch to the shoulder joint.

Mark staggered for half a second.

Ethan did not let the chance slip.

He appeared in front of Mark in a blur and slammed his fist into Mark’s abdomen. Mark coughed blood and was sent flying backward, crashing through what remained of a wall.

BOOOOM!

Mark burst out of the rubble with a furious roar. His wings flapped, sending violent gusts through the hall. Dark energy gathered around his fists as he charged again.

The two clashed once more.

Fist against fist.

Elbow against knee.

Kick against block.

Each collision sounded like thunder. The ground beneath them cracked again and again.

Shockwaves erupted, shaking everything away  while Ethan felt  the weight of Mark’s power. This was not a normal Emperor realm knight.

The dragon essence inside him made every strike heavier, more dangerous.

Still, Ethan did not retreat.

He endured the blows, adjusted his breathing, and waited.

Mark lunged forward with a straight punch aimed at Ethan’s heart.

Ethan twisted his body, letting the fist pass by his ribs. At the same time, he slammed his elbow into Mark’s arm and followed with a brutal kick to the chest.

BOOOOM!

Mark was sent skidding across the floor again.

Before Mark could rise, Ethan appeared above him and drove his foot down.

CRACK!

The floor shattered beneath Mark, forming a crater.

Mark roared in pain and fury as he pushed himself up, blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes were filled with madness and hatred.

“You should have died long ago!” Mark screamed.

Ethan stood calmly before him, his clothes torn and stained with blood, his gaze cold and steady.

The air trembled as both men gathered their strength again, ready to clash once more.

The air between them didn’t just vibrate; it shattered.

Mark lunged, his scaled fist moved with a blurry image that caught Ethan square in the jaw.

Ethan’s head snapped back, the sound of the impact echoing like a hammer on an anvil, but he didn’t retreat. He leaned into the pain, spitting a spray of crimson and roaring back as he buried his own fist into Mark’s transformed ribs.

“You’re nothing but a cockroach that refuses to yield!” Mark screamed, his voice a distorted, draconic rasp. He gripped Ethan’s collar and drove a knee into his gut. “Every plan I meticulously crafted was turned to ash because you simply wouldn’t die!”

Ethan gasped for air, his fingers digging into Mark’s iron-like forearms. He shoved the King back, the two of them skidding across the debris-strewn floor before rebounding into another collision.

“Your plans didn’t fail because of me, fucker!” Ethan countered, his voice cutting through the roar of the flames. He parried a wild swing and cracked his elbow across Mark’s temple. “They failed because they were built on the bones of humanity. You call me a cockroach?”

“Then what are you?”

“A dirty insect who leechs and harvests the lives of others…You are nothing more than a parasite.”

Mark’s face contorted, his pride bleeding more than his wounds. He caught Ethan’s next strike in his palm, the shockwave cracking the floor beneath them.

“You are nothing but a peasant.If I wanted I would have killed you.”

Mark bellowed, his draconic wings flared in a terrifying silhouette. “And you repaid me with defiance. You think you deserved credit? A tool doesn’t get ‘credit’ for the work.It gets used until it breaks!”

“Shut up, you fucking asshole.”

“Cry all you want but it won’t make any change.”

Ethan’s eyes turned predatory. He twisted his arm, breaking the hold, and stepped into Mark’s guard. He unleashed a flurry of strikes, precise strikes sending rippling blasts across the space.

“And that’s why your crown is rotting,” Ethan hissed, punctuating every word with a blow to Mark’s chest. “You didn’t suppress a tool, you suppressed the only man who kept your kingdom standing. You didn’t give me what was due? Fine. I’ll take the interest out of your dead corpse!”

Mark roared, a sound of pure madness, and swung both fists down like a falling mountain. Ethan crossed his arms, the impact driving him to one knee and shattering the stone beneath his boots.

“You dare speak to me about debt?” Mark sneered, dark essence rolling off him in waves.

“It’s me who should ask you for compensation for ruining all my plans.You destroyed my years of hard work by playing the role of hero.”

Ethan looked up from the crater, a thin, bloody smile stretching across his face. He stood up slowly, resisting the pressure of Mark’s draconic aura.

“I’m not a Saint nor a villain but as Lord,I should do my job properly,” Ethan whispered, his voice steady even as the palace crumbled around them.

“And what’s that?”Mark asked, raising his brows.

“That’s to protect the people who follow me.. Something that you will never understand because your small stupid brain can’t handle so much information.”