School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 99 --The Descent of the God of Sea

The voice was neither male nor female, like a gentle breeze caressing the surface of a lake, soft and melodious.

It bore no distinct gender characteristics but radiated a unique allure.

The voice was neither deep and resonant nor high and piercing, but somewhere in between, tender and warm.

Its tone was steady and rhythmical, like a poem.

This was the voice of a deity – androgynous.

Owen’s eyes, a deep emerald green, sought to discern the true nature of the Goddess of Loka statue with his Emerald Eye.

Peering through the statue, he saw only snow-white stone.

To him, the essence of the Goddess of Loka statue was just that – stone.

That was his perception.

However, the reality was different. The Goddess of Loka statue had awakened and spoken.

Stanbeck, who had been at death’s door, found strength from nowhere upon hearing Loka’s voice.

He struggled to his feet and knelt before the Goddess of Loka, tears mingling with the blue blood on his face, looking utterly deranged.

"My Goddess, you have finally awakened," he cried out in agony.

His tears and the blue blood on his face blended together in a frenzied mix.

"You should teach this impolite one a lesson," Loka’s voice resounded again, neither sad nor happy.

As her words fell, a blue light emerged from above the statue, gradually coalescing into a torrent that flowed into Stanbeck.

His skin began to regain its luster, reminiscent of a beach washed over by the sea, gleaming and translucent.

Then, his muscles started to swell, filling with power.

His bones, like rocks battered by the waves a thousand times over, became incredibly hard.

His scarred face also returned to its former handsome appearance.

He stood up, his eyes cold and detached, a look that was not his own.

His hair floated behind him like seaweed, arrogantly gazing at Owen.

Owen’s heart thudded violently, a fervent fire burning within him.

He realized Stanbeck had fundamentally changed.

Standing ten meters away, Owen could still hear the rhythm of Stanbeck’s heartbeat, pulsating with tidal vitality, pumping ceaseless energy into his body.

His blood flowed with the force of surging seawater.

In just a few breaths, Stanbeck seemed to have undergone a phoenix-like rebirth, emerging renewed from the water.

Almost simultaneously, they launched their attacks.

Their fists collided in mid-air, producing a sharp, resonating impact.

Stanbeck’s punches were sharp and precise, each one targeting Owen’s vital points.

As a member of the Neptune race, an advanced race, their combat techniques were naturally formidable.

Now, bolstered by an unknown power, Stanbeck became even more ferocious and ruthless.

Owen’s fighting style was more cunning, always managing to dodge Stanbeck’s attacks at the last moment.

Stanbeck and Owen moved rapidly in the confines of the basement, their figures like lightning, dazzling and disorienting.

Their fists traced arcs in the air, each collision sparking fire.

Quincy watched, stunned. Everything was beyond his expectations.

He couldn’t understand why the Goddess of Loka’s statue had awakened.

Could it be that the statue was the true master of this realm?

The Stanbeck he now saw was unrecognizably different from the one he knew.

Once a familiar junior in the sea race, Stanbeck had talent but lacked dedication to his training, squandering his prime years.

But now, each of Stanbeck’s strikes was honed to perfection, each attack brimming with lethal intent – a caliber of sea race warrior unseen for centuries.

This was not the Stanbeck he knew.

"Is this really at the master-tier level?" Boyd, having snapped out of his trance, shivered as he listened to the sound of flesh and bone colliding in the space.

He felt that if he were to enter the fray, he wouldn’t be able to withstand a single attack from either of them.

Stanbeck’s attacks grew increasingly fierce, his fists pummeling towards Owen like a tempest.

Owen, too, started to get carried away, his fighting style becoming more open and expansive.

His moves were grand and forceful, with deadly techniques frequently employed.

This pure form of hand-to-hand combat bypassed cerebral strategies, dispensing with technicalities and superfluous thoughts.

Every punch and block was purely instinctive, all actions stemming from the primal human instinct for combat.

This was the essence of physical brawling – exhilarating to even watch.

Quincy’s expression cooled, now deliberately avoiding looking at the statue of the Goddess of Loka.

The Goddess seemed to have fully awakened.

A mere glance into the statue’s eyes could captivate anyone completely.

At this moment, Quincy’s thoughts were on how to obtain the Heart of the Ocean.

Where could it be?

On the battlefield, Owen gradually gained the upper hand.

Besides the advantage in realm, Stanbeck was at a disadvantage in every other aspect when facing Owen.

Owen, born of the dragons, carried the genes of war in his bloodline, making combat as natural to him as drinking water.

The combat techniques he inherited, honed over hundreds of thousands of years by the dragons, were mature and formidable.

His level of combat technique was likely a tier above Stanbeck’s.

Add to that the blessings in his body – Sun Blessing, Lunar Blessing, Stellar Blessing, and Emerald Blessing – his physical capabilities were unparalleled in the entire Novalia continent.

His body was the closest to that of a divine dragon, flawlessly formidable in every aspect.

Stanbeck knew he was being suppressed on all fronts, and defeat was only a matter of time.

Suddenly, leveraging the principle of reaction, he broke from the combat circle, gritting his teeth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The azure blood hung in mid-air, wrapped in arcanergy and imbued with a mysterious power that granted it strength far exceeding Stanbeck’s current capabilities.

"Boom—"

Above the castle, the sky abruptly filled with dark clouds and streaks of lightning.

Loka plunged into darkness, and the thunderous roar even reached the basement.

Astonishingly, a vast expanse of ocean appeared in the sky, with waves roaring like enraged beasts.

A colossal bolt of lightning tore through the heavens, illuminating the entirety of Loka.

Stanbeck’s body began to emit a dazzling light, and his eyes turned as deep as the ocean.

His voice, thunderous like the storm, echoed throughout the basement: "God of Sea, I beseech your power! Grant me your fury and strength!"

A massive water column rose from his body, shooting towards the sky.

Within it, a towering figure gradually emerged, wielding a trident and clad in fish-scale armor, his gaze burning intensely.

"Disregarding the martial code, he actually summoned our ancestor," Owen cursed inwardly.

Quincy, witnessing the apparition of the God of Sea, turned pale with shock.

"Something’s not right. Stanbeck doesn’t have the power to summon the God of Sea. There’s another force at work in his body. This can’t be the God Descending Spell—"

The God Descending Spell and the God Summoning Spell are fundamentally different.

Many races can summon their divine protectors, even calling upon ancestral deities to fight on their behalf.

However, the God Descending Spell allows a deity to descend into one’s body.

In such instances, both the user’s physical form and consciousness are occupied by the deity, effectively enabling the deity to return to the mortal realm through the user.

These two spells differ essentially.

The God Descending Spell comes with severe side effects; the user’s body, having been utilized by a deity, suffers from drastically reduced fortunes, and death is a common outcome.

The God Summoning Spell, on the other hand, does not have such terrifying side effects.

It merely requires a sacrifice of some resources or a temporary reduction in the user’s strength.

Boyd’s throat bobbed as he knelt before the apparition of the God of Sea, too fearful to raise his head, his body quivering with anxiety.

"God of Sea above, Boyd of the electric eel race pays his respects to the God of Sea."

Owen stared intently at the apparition of the God of Sea.

Perhaps due to Stanbeck’s insufficient power, the summoned phantom was quite hazy, its face indistinct, save for two sapphire-like eyes twinkling.

The God of Sea gazed at Owen, silent and imposing.

An overwhelming pressure washed over Owen like a tidal wave.

He felt like a tiny blade of grass on the edge of a cliff, unable to stand straight against the raging wind.

The trident in the hands of the God of Sea’s phantom shone intensely, as if it could set the entire basement ablaze with its radiance.

Stanbeck’s eyes widened in fury as he roared, "Kill!"

Pointing towards Owen, the God of Sea’s apparition behind him mimicked the gesture, its mouth agape, slowly directing the trident at Owen.

The trident moved at a snail’s pace, but a palpable aura of death enveloped Owen.

Feelings of inescapability, inevitability, and helplessness flooded his mind.

An irresistible force seemed to converge upon him from all directions.

His breathing became rapid, sweat sliding down his forehead.

His legs began to tremble, barely able to support his body.

Though the trident’s movement was exceedingly slow, and Owen could have easily dodged it with a slight shift of his body, he found himself unable to do so.

In the presence of the God of Sea’s phantom, even his will to resist was shattered.

This wasn’t just a disparity in strength but also a profound gap at the spiritual level.

Owen’s eyes turned bloodshot, the golden light in his pupils blazing intensely.

He tried to lift a finger, but his body felt as though it was being crushed by thousands of mountains. In the blink of an eye, the trident was upon him.