Sebastian stood motionless as if stunned. As the punch neared, he swiftly retaliated with a forceful kick to Gabriel's chest.

With a dull thud, Gabriel was flung backward, spewing blood mid-air. His eyes were wide with shock and disbelief.

"Who is this guy? How could he be so powerful? Mr. Gabriel is formidable, yet he was kicked away effortlessly. Unbelievable!" The crowd erupted in astonishment and uproar.

Struggling to rise from the ground, Gabriel glared at Sebastian with fury and undisguised fear.

"I am a man under Lord Wavebreaker. Striking me is an act of disrespect toward Lord Wavebreaker. This is the supreme banquet, and laying hands on anyone here is disrespectful to the Supreme One. You're done for," Gabriel shouted angrily.

"Fool!" Sebastian sneered with disdain.

Gabriel, nearly bursting with rage, continued, "The supreme banquet is starting. Your arrogance won't last. You'll see your end when the Supreme One and Lord Wavebreaker arrive."

"Let's wait and see," Sebastian replied with a meaningful smile, then sat down with Esme.

"Mr. Wilder, you were too impulsive just now. You shouldn't have resorted to violence," Esme frowned and expressed her concern.

"Are you afraid?" Sebastian asked with a smile.

"Of course I am. You've already dealt with Harrison, but why did you hit Gabriel as well? He's under Lord Wavebreaker. He'll surely report to him later," Esme replied.

"Do you trust me?" Sebastian asked.

you," Esme said, nodding

don't fear. I'll stand by

hadn't reached its peak yet,

nodded again. As she gazed at Sebastian's determined face and confident demeanor, she couldn't

has

"Lord Gustwind?"

were puzzled by this title. It was common knowledge that Dragotha had a total of 16 Gods of War. The prominent four were Lord Drakaria, Lord

followed by

was not among

the newly appointed God of War, Lord Gustwind! Let's pay our respect!" an

the crowd hurriedly turned toward the entrance to pay their

the heirs of prestigious families like

title of God of War wasn't merely ceremonial; it was an honor and a recognition of strength. One's martial prowess had

achievements were also necessary, followed by a personal bestowment

formidable strength and

be manageable, but submission was inevitable in the presence

personally, so she wasn't truly a God of War. However,

Sebastian held her back. "You're my fiancée. You don't need to kneel even if it's a God of War,

Esme felt a bit anxious, as offending

me," Sebastian said, flashing a confident smile

Sebastian and Esme remained seated. It was at this moment that a group of people entered, led by a woman

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