War of the Kings

Consumed by rage, King Orm finally noticed Ke Chen beside Mera. He was an ordinary human, clearly not one of the Atlanteans.

Thus, the furious King Orm immediately demanded, "Mera, who is he!?"

"Me?"

Ke Chen did not let Mera answer. He spoke for himself. "You don't need to know who I am. You only need to know that I'm stronger than you."

"A top-tier woman like Mera can only be enjoyed by a powerful man. I'm stronger than you, so I can enjoy her!"

Ke Chen spoke those words with overwhelming dominance as he pulled Mera into his arms. Not only did she not resist, she did not take offense at his words. Instead, she revealed a blissful smile, signaling that Ke Chen was indeed the stronger one.

For most women, Ke Chen's words were true, just as only the virtuous could possess the world!

Were beauty and power not the same?

"You want to challenge me?"

King Orm was like an enraged lion. His eyes were wide, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails were nearly digging into his flesh. It was obvious what state of mind he was in.

"I'm the one challenging you!"

Mera spoke again, declaring arrogantly. She looked incredibly confident.

King Orm snarled furiously, "Get lost! Bitch!"

Unable to endure it any longer, he attacked Ke Chen directly. Yet strangely, no one else stepped in to help. Especially Nereus, king of Xebel. His daughter Mera had made her choice, but he remained hesitant. He helped neither Mera nor King Orm, choosing to wait and see.

Since even Nereus did not intervene, everyone else merely watched the scene unfold, wanting to see what Ke Chen would do.

After all, it looked as though he had incited the ignorant Mera into this, or at least