The Ultimate God-King

7

For a heartbeat—

No one moved.

Then the shock hit all at once.

“He… he actually hit them…?” someone whispered.

“Those are Titan Group’s people…”

“Is he insane?!”

Ronan’s cane slipped from his hand, clattering loudly against the marble floor.

His body swayed before he collapsed back into his chair, his face ashen.

“It’s over…” he muttered, his voice hollow. “We’re finished… completely finished…”

His fingers trembled uncontrollably. “Titan Group… we’ve offended Titan Group…”

Carl, who had been standing proudly just moments ago, quietly took a step back.

Then another.

His eyes darted toward the exit, calculation flashing across his face.

This is bad… this is really bad…

That idiot actually attacked them!

Titan Group won’t let this go. Not just him—the entire Nelson family will be dragged down…

His jaw tightened.

I can’t stay here. If things escalate, I’ll be implicated too…

Without drawing attention, he subtly blended into the crowd, inching farther away.

I need to leave. Now.

But Olivia—

She didn’t move.

Her heart pounded violently as she stared at the man standing in front of her.

Conor.

The same man she had mocked.

Doubted.

Dragged into this mess.

And yet—

When it mattered most…

He was the only one who stepped forward.

The only one who didn’t hesitate.

The only one who protected her.

Her fingers curled tightly at her sides, her chest tightening with emotions she couldn’t fully name.

He… stood in front of me…

Without even thinking…

A strange warmth flickered through her fear.

Why… does it feel like… I can rely on him?

—

Meanwhile—

The remaining thugs snapped out of their shock.

Their expressions twisted with fury.

“You bastard!”

“You dare lay hands on Titan Group’s people?!”

“Are you tired of living?!”

The leader staggered to his feet, clutching his chest, his face contorted with rage.

“Kill him!” he roared. “Break his legs! I want him crawling and begging!”

This time, they didn’t rush blindly.

They spread out.

Circling him.

Boots scraped against polished marble as they moved, forming a tightening ring.

One pulled a metal baton from his coat.

Another cracked his knuckles, eyes burning with hatred.

“Don’t rush him all at once,” one muttered. “We take him together.”

Conor stood still at the center.

Unmoving.

Unbothered.

His gaze swept across them once—

Calm.

Cold.

Calculating.

Then—

They attacked.

Two lunged from the front while another darted in from the side, aiming low.

A fourth circled behind, waiting for an opening.

Olivia’s breath caught.

“Conor—!”

The first strike came fast—

A baton whistled through the air toward his temple.

Conor moved at the last possible moment.

A slight shift—

The weapon grazed past him.

Before the attacker could recover—

Conor’s hand shot out.

He grabbed the man’s wrist.

Twisted.

CRACK!

A scream tore through the hall as the baton clattered to the ground.

But there was no pause.

The second attacker was already there—

A punch aimed straight for Conor’s jaw.

Conor ducked.

His shoulder slammed forward—

THUD!

The impact drove into the man’s chest like a battering ram.

The thug’s feet left the ground as he was hurled backward into another, both crashing into a decorative pillar.

The one at his side tried to capitalize—

A low sweep aimed at Conor’s legs.

Conor stepped over it effortlessly.

Then—

His heel came down.

Hard.

Right onto the attacker’s thigh.

A sickening crack echoed as the man collapsed, howling.

From behind—

The fourth attacker seized his chance.

He lunged, arms wrapping around Conor’s torso in a desperate attempt to restrain him.

“Got him!” he shouted.

For a split second—

It looked like he might succeed.

Then Conor moved.

A sharp inhale—

His body shifted.

Dropped weight.

Turned.

His elbow drove backward—

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Each strike landed with brutal precision.

The man’s grip loosened.

Then broke.

Conor grabbed his arm—

Pivoted—

And flung him over his shoulder.

BAM!

The thug slammed into the marble floor so hard the sound echoed like a gunshot.

The crowd recoiled.

Gasps rippled through the room.

“He’s… he’s reading them…”

“No—he’s dismantling them…”

But it wasn’t over.

More came.

Faster now.

Angrier.

One charged recklessly, swinging wildly.

Conor stepped in—

Inside the attack.

A short, sharp punch—

Directly to the throat.

The man choked mid-swing, collapsing instantly.

Another tried to tackle him—

Conor sidestepped, grabbing his collar and redirecting his momentum—

Straight into a marble table.

CRASH!

The table shattered into pieces as the thug crumpled with it.

Two more hesitated—

Just for a moment.

That moment cost them.

Conor advanced.

Not rushed.

Not frantic.

Controlled.

Deliberate.

A kick lashed out—

One man’s knee buckled inward with a scream.

Before the other could react—

A fist slammed into his chest.

The force drove the air from his lungs as he was sent skidding across the floor.

Silence began creeping in.

Confidence drained from their faces.

Fear took its place.

The leader’s expression faltered.

“H-how is this possible…?!”

His voice wavered.

Still—

Rage pushed him forward.

With a roar, he charged.

Conor’s eyes lifted to meet him.

Cold.

Unforgiving.

The moment the leader got close—

Conor moved.

A single step.

A twist of his hips—

Then—

BOOM!

His kick struck like a hammer.

Square in the abdomen.

The impact lifted the man clean off the ground.

Time seemed to slow—

Before he was sent flying several meters—

And crashed violently beside his fallen subordinates.

The echo lingered.

Then—

Nothing.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

The remaining thugs scrambled back, panic written all over their faces.

“L-let’s go!”

“We can’t handle him!”

“This guy’s a monster!”

They stumbled over each other in their haste, dragging the injured as they retreated.

But at the doorway—

The leader, barely conscious, forced himself up just enough to glare back.

Blood dripped from his mouth, his expression twisted with hatred.

“You… you’re dead!” he spat.

His shaking finger pointed at Conor—

Then swept across the entire room.

“Titan Group will make you pay for this!”

His voice rose into a furious, broken roar.

“Tenfold!”

And then—

They fled.

The massive doors slammed shut behind them.