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

Chapter 416: Chapter412-The Day of the Duel



"Little Leslie is the best, the most obedient," Owen said with a warm smile, crouching to meet his daughter's gaze.

But Little Leslie shook her head, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Daddy, please let me go with you. I promise I'll be good and won't disturb you!"

Her large eyes began to brim with tears, glistening like pearls ready to fall.

Owen's heart ached as if it were being torn apart. He wanted nothing more than to take her along, but this journey was far too dangerous. It was a risk he couldn't take.

At that moment, Leslie walked over, crouching beside Little Leslie. Her tone was calm but firm as she said, "Be a good girl and wait here with Mommy. Daddy will come back soon, I promise."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Leslie's reassurance calmed Little Leslie a little, though she still sniffled and whimpered. "Daddy, you have to come back quickly, okay? Promise me!"

Owen extended his pinky finger, hooking it gently with hers.

"Daddy, you must keep your promise!" Little Leslie said with determination, her tear- streaked face looking up at him.

Then, turning her curious gaze to Venus, she asked, "Big sister, are you going with Daddy?" Venus, meeting Little Leslie's sweet and innocent demeanor for the first time, felt her heart soften.

"Yes, I'll be accompanying your daddy," Venus replied, her usual aloofness melting slightly under Little Leslie's gaze.

"Then, can you bring Daddy back with you?" Little Leslie asked, her earnest eyes locking onto Venus.

Venus's heart skipped a beat. Under the weight of Little Leslie's hopeful gaze, she couldn't find it within herself to refuse.

She nodded gently and smiled. "Yes, I promise to bring him back."

With that, Venus turned to leave with Owen.

Owen, his heart heavy, took a deep breath as he followed her. Just before stepping out of the pocket dimension, he turned to take one last look at Little Leslie.

Tears glistened on her cheeks like pearls, silently falling as she stood there watching him go. Across Pure Land

As the day of Owen and Sargeras's duel arrived, tension gripped Pure Land and beyond. From Forbidden Zone to Azure Kingdom, countless people held their breath.

Today would decide the fate of Pure Land.

"Do you think Owen is ready?"

"I believe in him! His talent is unparalleled. Even against Sargeras, he has a real chance!"

"I'm not so optimistic. This duel was clearly premeditated by Sargeras and those behind him. Owen's already at a disadvantage."

"Either way, we have no choice but to put our faith in Owen now."

"Yes... Let's pray for his victory."

All eyes turned toward Demon Realm, where the stage was set.

In Demon Realm

The once-vibrant Demon Realm lay in ruins, reduced to a wasteland by the Millennial Cataclysm. Only the battered Demon Sky Citadel remained, its walls scorched and crumbling, the air heavy with the acrid smoke of green flames.

On the Citadel's battlements, the Archdemon stood, clad in worn armor. Her sharp gaze swept over the encircling legions of the Burning Legion, who had the Citadel surrounded in an unbreakable siege.

Flames roared from the Burning Legion's ranks, creating a sea of fire that threatened to consume everything.

For two long months, the Citadel had been trapped in this suffocating siege.

The Archdemon furrowed her brows. She knew full well that she and the others were merely pawns in Sargeras's scheme to lure Owen into this deadly confrontation.

"Thinking about Owen again, sister?"

Beside her, Elysia, the Demon Empress, teased with a knowing smirk.

The Archdemon shot her a glare. "I'm strategizing a way to break this siege. Unlike you, I don't want to sit here waiting to die."

Elysia chuckled, unfazed by her sister's sharp tone. "We just need to wait. If Owen defeats Sargeras, we'll be fine."

The Archdemon's expression turned complex.

She couldn't forget her intimate moments with Owen, the nights they spent together, and the way he had freed her from her inner demons.

Every part of her-body, heart, and soul-belonged to him.

But the thought of him walking into this perilous duel filled her with dread.

Sargeras was no ordinary foe. The ancient records of Demon Realm described him as an unstoppable force of terror, a being so dangerous that even the bravest avoided him at all -costs.

And now, with The Celestial and Loki backing him, his strength was likely unimaginable. If Owen came, he would be stepping directly into a meticulously laid trap.

The Archdemon clenched her fists, her mind swirling with worry, until a voice broke through her thoughts.

"He's here," said Ymir, her tone calm but her eyes betraying her own complicated feelings.

The Archdemon and Elysia followed Ymir's gaze to the horizon, where a lone figure approached with unwavering determination.

It was Owen.

He had come.

The Archdemon's heart ached at the sight of him, emotions she couldn't suppress churning

within her.

He looked just as she remembered-composed, confident, and utterly magnetic.

This man, who had captivated her so completely, was now walking directly into the lion's den.

The Duel Begins

As Owen approached the Demon Sky Citadel, the previously calm sky began to ripple and

distort.

A thunderous voice boomed like a clap of thunder:

"Owen, I've been waiting for you!"

Sargeras's arrival sent a wave of tension rippling through the Burning Legion. Their commanders roared in unison, a chorus of rage and bloodlust that shook the heavens.

In the heart of the chaos, Sargeras stood tall. His crimson armor glowed ominously, his two horns radiating an eerie, corrupting energy. His enormous frame was wreathed in unholy flames, distorting the air around him with its heat.

His malevolent gaze locked onto Owen's, the clash of their wills freezing time itself.

Owen narrowed his eyes, studying his foe. Sargeras wasn't just a formidable adversary; he was the pinnacle of Throne Celestial power, bolstered by The Celestial and Loki.

This duel wouldn't just be against Sargeras. It would be against all those who sought to end Owen's life, including the Forbidden Zone's hidden powers.

The Archdemon, Elysia, and Ymir watched from the Citadel walls, their hearts heavy with

concern.

Even from this distance, they could feel the oppressive aura emanating from Sargeras.

And yet, Owen stood undaunted, a beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness.