I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 162 --The Final Outcome

Boom—!

As Owen threw out his fist, the space before him seemed to collapse inward, forming a massive cavity in the air.

It was as if the void itself had been torn apart by an unstoppable force.

The punch appeared deceptively simple, yet it was imbued with Owen’s divine technique—his god skill: Mountain Shaking Fist!

This was the first god skill he had gained after ascending to the rank of 2-star Peak Ancient God.

Up until now, none of the opponents he had faced were worthy of such expenditure. It was simply not worth consuming his precious divine points to activate a god skill. They were too weak to pose a threat.

But this time was different.

The youth before him possessed a level of combat power that bordered on terrifying. Just moments ago, with nothing more than a probing strike, he had displayed strength that rivaled Owen’s own.

If he were to let his guard down for even an instant, if he underestimated the enemy’s intricate, trinity-like combat approach, Owen could easily lose the fight in a single breath.

And so, Owen had not hesitated—he had chosen to unleash a god skill!

This was also the first time, since becoming a 2-star Peak Ancient God, that he treated an opponent with such sincere seriousness.

Boom!

The moment the two fists collided, the surrounding void ballooned outward like swollen dough, stretching in every direction. Everything in the vicinity of that space appeared elongated, distorted—aberrant.

Yet this expansion only lasted for an instant. The next second, it all collapsed violently inward.

Owen’s punch, which carried the overwhelming power to shake mountains and rivers, and the youth’s illusory mountain projection, were both swallowed whole in that collapsing space—vanished entirely, as if devoured by a cosmic black hole.

The instant their attacks vanished, a faint trace of madness appeared on the youth’s once-calm expression. A volatile aura began emanating from his body, spreading rapidly.

Then, in his hand, a long crimson blade appeared—its surface as smooth as moonlight. The handle was shaped like a spellbeast’s head, devouring a crescent moon in its jaws.

A peculiar, world-consuming aura began radiating from the blade. The elements and order in this space, no longer under their own control, were drawn toward the weapon. As they gathered around it, the blood-colored blade grew more fearsome and ominous.

The youth gripped the hilt tightly. The blade quivered faintly, and within its mirror-bright surface, a horrifying spellbeast projection emerged—mouth agape, fangs like swords. The beast’s image rapidly expanded from a mere man-sized silhouette to one that eclipsed the heavens. It grew larger and larger, until it seemed to dominate the entire sky, as though it were the center of the world, ready to consume all creation.

A crushing aura of death radiated from the illusory beast.

Owen’s breathing grew heavier.

That monstrous projection wasn’t just a representation of the Sacred Vestige’s will—it was the very embodiment of the youth’s power. His strength had merged completely with the ancient spirit that resided within the blade.

Clearly, their previous clash had failed to defeat Owen. This left the youth slightly astonished—but more than that, he had become solemn and intent.

In the face of that divine beast, Owen felt as if he, along with the world itself, was being compressed into insignificance.

Had he not recently advanced to 2-star Peak Ancient God, there was no question—he would not have stood a chance against this youth.

Even now, if not for the enormous boost he’d received from the crystal core—dramatically raising the limits of his combat strength—even with his arsenal of god skills, he wouldn’t have been able to contend with this foe.

The power this youth wielded... it bordered on the forbidden. It completely shattered conventional understanding.

"From every angle—combat instinct, elemental control, divine resonance—he’s flawless," Owen mused. "Even his Sacred Vestige houses a heroic spirit of this caliber. Incredible. No wonder he’s ranked among the top ten human powerhouses."

A trace of awe flickered in Owen’s gaze. Yet awe was not surrender. This youth might be formidable...

...but Owen still had trump cards he hadn’t revealed!

In a flash, his body surged with golden divine light. It spread from his core, transforming his entire form into something resembling a sculpture cast in celestial gold—radiating an oppressive aura.

Divine Vessel!

No matter what, this genius youth was still just human.

But Owen—he had already become a god!

As the divine aura rippled outward, the illusory beast seemed provoked. It reared its head and let out a thunderous roar that shook the heavens. Deafening shockwaves surged forward like tidal waves, threatening to engulf Owen entirely.

But just as the roar reached its crescendo, Owen’s expression turned cold. His hands wove through the air in a complex sequence, forming intricate hand seals.

These seals emanated a strange rhythmic pulse—like some ancient law of existence.

The moment that rhythm reached the starlit sky above Owen’s head, countless meteor projections materialized—forming a dense, spiral belt of stone and flame.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The meteors began descending.

The air screamed as they sliced downward—shattering the soundwaves with ease. One after another, they rained from the heavens like divine punishment, aiming to bury the beast entirely.

As the sonic barrage broke apart, the spellbeast lunged under the youth’s control, leaping into the sky and charging straight toward Owen.

Its speed was blinding.

Its flesh seemed made of divine metal—indestructible and infused with layer upon layer of arcane order sigils. The first meteor crashed against its body and shattered instantly. The next met the same fate.

The beast’s body wasn’t just shielded by divine laws—it absorbed the impacts, and the order runes flared brighter with each one.

Clearly, this particular god skill—while powerful—posed little threat to the beast and its master.

But before it could push forward further, a golden mist began billowing from Owen’s form—like an ethereal cloud stretching outward in all directions, engulfing the battlefield.

The moment the beast entered the mist, its speed visibly slowed. A flicker of confusion appeared in its eyes.

The golden haze was suppressing its senses—it had lost its lock on Owen’s presence.

Suddenly, from within the mist, blades of azure wind erupted—dense as summer rain, slashing toward the beast like falling sabers.

Each gust of wind was sharper than steel, more piercing than arrows.

Even with the beast’s incredible order-enhanced durability, it couldn’t withstand the barrage without faltering. It stumbled backward under the relentless assault.

But Owen wasn’t finished.

He activated more of his arsenal—summoning not ten, not twenty, but dozens of descending meteors from the sky.

One god skill wasn’t enough?

Then he’d use ten.

Twenty.

He would flood the battlefield with devastation!

The heavens themselves trembled under the relentless summoning. The sky became a roiling storm of celestial fire and stone, like the entire firmament was being torn apart, fragment by fragment.

The beast, as mighty as it was, finally began to crack under the pressure.

Its ordered barrier dimmed. Its enchanted skin started to bleed. Bruises appeared, marring its flawless flesh.

The youth, bound in soul and essence to the creature, turned pale.

He hadn’t expected Owen’s combat prowess to escalate this drastically.

Without hesitation, he leapt into the air and fused fully into the beast’s enormous form.

At once, torrents of elemental energy and blood essence surged from his body—pouring into the creature like smoke billowing from a battlefield. Its wounds began to close. Crystals formed along its skin—gleaming with divine resistance.

"To force me into using this move... your strength is nearly equal to mine," the youth murmured, his voice distant, as if echoing through eternity. "It’s been countless eras since I’ve encountered a worthy opponent such as you."

His eyes stared across the collapsing void—not just at Owen, but seemingly through time itself.

And then—

The beast began to collapse inward, its massive body compressing into a core of pure elemental chaos. Every element in the vicinity rushed toward it, fusing into a swirling orb of volatile power.

It glowed with every imaginable hue. A blinding fusion. A cosmic cocktail of destruction. freeweɓnøvel.com

Time and space bent around it. Distorted.

The pressure... it was suffocating.

But Owen didn’t falter.

Instead, a faint smile curved his lips.

Yes—this was it.

The creature’s energy had become unstable. That meant this was the youth’s ultimate technique—his trump card!

Owen braced himself. More meteors rained from above, trying to delay the beast’s approach. Around his body, radiant light condensed, forming protective bubbles—each one a shield of divine energy.

BOOM—!

Finally, the beast could no longer contain the chaotic energy surging within. A hundred meters from Owen, it exploded.

The sound was apocalyptic.

It was as if the world had ended.

To Owen, it looked like a singularity had detonated—a star collapsing into itself, then exploding into a new universe.

Waves of seven-colored light swept through the battlefield, devouring all in their path. Meteors, wind blades, even the very laws of reality—evaporated.

Everything touched by that radiant wave simply ceased to exist, as though it never had.

But it didn’t last long.

The storm passed.

Peace returned—unnatural, fragile.

In the silence that followed, the youth—his form nearly depleted—lifted his gaze toward Owen’s position.

He hadn’t vanished.

He hadn’t fallen.

He stood still—unbroken.