But what needed to be said still had to be said.
"He really did deserve the title of Martial God."
Rudra's calm words reached everyone's ears.
"Why?! What right does he have?!"
Feldway angrily questioned "Rudra."
"Because he defeated Guy, the Dark Emperor!"
"Because he is now the continent's universally acknowledged
'strongest'!"
The moment Rudra said that, Feldway's expression froze, as though he had heard something utterly unbelievable.
It was not just "Feldway." The three members of the Three Demon Commanders standing behind Feldway, including Zalario, also wore expressions of utter disbelief.
What had they just heard?!
What the hell had they just heard?!!!
That arrogant fool who called himself the Martial God had actually defeated Guy!?
At that moment, the Demon Lord and the three Three Demon Commanders, all four of them members of the Primordial Seven Angels, were left speechless by Rudra's words.
They did not know how strong that self-proclaimed Martial God truly was.
But they knew how strong Guy was!
In the current world—no! Even including all other worlds, Guy's strength could be called one of the strongest—no, perhaps there was not even a "one of" about it!
If Rudra had not yet died, the title of strongest might still have been uncertain.
But after Rudra's endless cycle of reincarnation had shattered his soul into countless fragments and Michael had seized his body, no one in the entire world could be certain of standing against, much less defeating, Guy.
Not even Feldway, known as the Demon Lord, or Michael, the Divine Consciousness Core!
After all, they had personally witnessed the apocalyptic battle between Guy and Milim ten thousand years ago!
And there was also that mythic battle in ancient times, when the World-Destroying Dragon Ivaraj appeared and Guy fought Ivaraj alone for a full three months.