Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 401:The Bet
Chapter 401:The Bet
Rayon looked like he was about to explode.
Veins bulged on his neck as he turned toward Damor with killing intent. If looks could kill, Damor would have been torn apart already.
“Stop the bullshit and finish this,” Rayon snarled, his fists clenched so tight that his nails dug into his palms.
“No,” Damor replied calmly and raised his hand.
Rayon froze for a moment, staring at him in disbelief.
“I take pride in my words,” Damor said, his voice steady and cold. “Once I say something, I see it through to the end. I have made an offer, so we will do this properly.”
Rayon’s eyes burned with rage. “And what if you lose?” he snapped angrily. “What then?”
Damor slowly turned his head and looked at Rayon. A faint smile touched his lips.
“Then we will attack somewhere else,” he replied casually.
Rayon took a sharp breath. “You—”
Damor interrupted him, opening his arms slightly. The moment he did, the temperature of the entire battlefield dropped. Frost crept across broken stones. Breath turned visible in the air. Even hardened soldiers shivered as an unnatural chill spread outward.
“But more than that,” Damor continued calmly, “why do you think I will lose?”
The pressure of his presence pressed down on everyone. Demons stopped laughing and humans swallowed hard.
Hearing the two demons argue so openly, Amber spoke, her voice sharp and clear.
“You two,” she said, tightening her grip on her sword. “You are not lying, are you?”
Damor glanced at her and smiled faintly. “I have no reason to lie.”
Ray’s heart clenched.
“Master…” he shouted, taking a step forward, ready to rush in.
Before he could move another inch, Amber’s gaze slammed into him. A crushing pressure pinned him in place, forcing his body to freeze.
“Stand down, Ray,” Amber ordered firmly.
Ray gritted his teeth but did not resist.
Amber turned her head slightly toward the soldiers and knights behind her. Her voice rose.
“Go,” she commanded. “Everyone, escape now.”
The order rippled through the ranks, but hesitation followed. No one wanted to leave her behind.
Damor looked around and spoke lightly, almost amused. “Don’t worry. Let them watch if they wish. And even if they escape…” His eyes darkened. “They cannot escape their fate. Death will find them sooner or later.”
Amber’s expression paled slightly.
He was right.
If she lost here, running would mean nothing. A Legendary Realm demon could chase them down in moments. Kilometers meant nothing to such beings. Delay would only bring more suffering.
Ray clenched his fists and stepped forward despite the pressure. He planted his feet firmly and shouted, his voice cutting through the tension.
“Master, I am watching.”
Amber glanced at him.
“You cannot set a bad example before your only disciple,” Ray continued stubbornly.
For a brief moment, Amber’s eyes softened.
His words eased her worry, even if only a little.
She raised her sword and let her aura flow freely.
“Just watch,” she said quietly.
The world seemed to hold its breath.
In the next instant, Amber moved.
Damor moved at the same time.
Their blades met in mid air.
BOOOOOOM!
The clash tore through the sky. A thunderous shockwave exploded outward, flattening what remained of nearby structures. The ground split open in jagged lines. The sound echoed far into the distance like a god striking the earth.
The wind howled violently. Dust and debris were flung into the air. Soldiers struggled to keep their footing as the pressure smashed into them like a wall.
Ray shielded his eyes but refused to look away.
Rayon shook his hand slowly, gnashing his teeth. Sparks of dark energy crackled around him as he watched the clash.
“Here we go…” he muttered.
His gaze shifted and locked onto Ray. It was sharp, ominous, and filled with hostility.
Ray felt it.
He lifted his head and met that gaze without flinching.
The clash reverberated in the sky.
Then it fell.
Amber and Damor crashed through the treeline like falling stars, their impact ripping apart the forest near the edge of the village. Ancient trees snapped and folded as if made of paper. The earth buckled, and a crater spread outward in a violent ring.
Before the dust could even settle, they were already moving again.
Ray could not follow them.
To his eyes, there were only flashes. Streaks of silver and crimson crossing the forest, appearing and disappearing between shattered trunks. Each time their blades met, the sound was not metal but something deeper, like the collision of mountains.
Amber struck first.
Her sword traced a clean arc, and the air itself split. Her blade shone with cold radiance, sharp and disciplined.
“Azure Sovereign Sword Art,” she spoke softly.
The forest responded.
Dozens of razor thin sword currents burst outward, carving deep lines into the ground. Leaves were sliced into mist. Stones were cut cleanly in half. The attack carried control and precision, like a ruler passing judgment.
Damor laughed and did not dodge.
He stepped forward and the blade burned with dark red light, heat distorting the air around it. When he swung, the strike felt heavy even from a distance.
“Infernal Pride Dominion,” Damor declared.
His sword descended like a falling sun.
The two forces collided.
The explosion that followed did not roar. It was compressed. The pressure folded inward, then detonated outward in a crushing wave. Trees were uprooted and flung sideways. The village walls in the distance cracked, roofs collapsing under the shock.
Ray staggered back, his ears ringing.
He saw nothing clearly.
Only afterimages.
Only fragments.
Amber reappeared behind Damor, her foot slamming into the ground as she twisted her body mid strike. Her sword moved with flawless timing, aiming straight for his spine.
Damor vanished.
He reappeared above her, blade already descending.
Their swords met again, sparks scattering like dying stars.
Amber slid backward across the ground, her boots carving long trenches through soil and roots. She stopped herself with a sharp turn, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Damor rolled his neck once, his expression relaxed.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Your control is excellent. But you hesitate a lot.”
