??Chapter 1014: Chapter 1001: Is This Sparring?
Chapter 1014: Chapter 1001: Is This Sparring?
“Congratulations, Young Master Jelos, on your first victory.”
“What’s there to congratulate about? Isn’t that to be expected?”
“Young Master Jelos, you didn’t use any Star Armor Weapons in the battle, did you? The star armor on your hands was just a disguise for your attacks, wasn’t it?”
“Hmm, otherwise, what would it look like if I, a Martial Artist, defeated a Star Armor Master with pure martial techniques in a competition for Star Armor Masters?”
Muria smiled, aware that if he’d smacked that young man onto the ground with his bare hands, it probably would have led to so scheming to disqualify him.
“This is nothing. As long as you have the strength, the Clan will take care of everything else for you.”
“Better to be safe.”
“Are you going to sweep through the competition in the sa state as today?”
“Yes,” Muria nodded. He knew the truly formidable Star Armor Masters had already qualified for the main competition and would not waste ti in the preliminaries.
“Then I wish you a prosperous journey in the martial world.”
“Hey, I don’t need any martial luck.”
…
While Muria was chatting with his Butler, the recorded images of his battle began to circulate wildly within the Federation, and so Clans even convened etings because of his fight.
“Is this the new Star Armor Equipnt developed by the Douglas family? It seems quite powerful.” A middle-aged man said in a flat tone after watching the video of Muria’s fight, which lasted less than twenty seconds, “It has already reached the level of an Interdiate ch Designer.”
“Star Armor Weapons? Ha, according to our intelligence, that Jelos is only a 6th-Rank Armor Master. In other words, if that attack was caused by a Star Armor Weapon, then it could only be an Interdiate Star Armor.
Are you telling
that the Douglas family has mastered Star Armor manufacturing technology that completely overwhelms our Clan’s? That we are lagging behind the tis?”
“That’s impossible, of course. Our luka Family has always had the most advanced armor-making technology in the Federation. The Douglas family may be slightly ahead of us, but it’s impossible for them to completely overwhelm us.”
“So, the destruction wasn’t caused by Star Armor Weapons?”
“That’s right.”
“That’s even more ridiculous. If it’s not the destructive power of a Star Armor Master using Weapons, what else could it be, the Star Armor Master himself?”
“Wrong, not the Star Armor Master, strictly speaking, it’s a Martial Artist. This palm print was made by a strong Martial Artist.”
“What do you an by that?”
“Exactly what you think, as you can see, Jelos Douglas, he’s not only a Star Armor Master but also a strong Martial Artist. I have already confird this with the depths of our clan’s foundation, and it’s the Martial Artist who caused this destruction.”
“So you’re saying the Douglas family sent a Martial Artist to a competition ant for Star Armor Masters?” An old man in the eting room squinted his eyes. He felt the threat from Jenos,
“This Martial Artist seems to be excessively strong, doesn’t he? What is the Clan’s assessnt of his strength?”
“At least on par with a 9th-Rank Armor Master, or possibly even a 10th-Rank Armor Master.”
“That strong? Doesn’t that make him a shoo-in for the top four?”
“No, I’m afraid that’s not all. With such ease, he causes such great destruction; he probably has the power to win the championship. Martial Artists are entirely different beings from Star Armor Masters; their upper limit for destructive power is very high.”
“Having such a powerful Martial Artist in the competition is simply a joke. We can try to disqualify him, that young chap from the Douglas family has no right to participate in this competition.”
“Forget it, it’s useless, a waste of effort. How could the Douglas family leave you such a loophole? I’ve already said it, he’s a Martial Artist, but he’s also a Star Armor Master. He’s perfectly qualified for the competition.”
“We can try to work it so that he can only use Star Armor Master techniques in the competition. He absolutely must not use Martial Artist strength.”
“Can we stop with the delusions? This guy is from the Douglas family, not just so random mutt. Our tactics are completely useless against him.”
“I think instead of focusing on him, it would be better to pay attention to the other geniuses of the Douglas family. They are the real threats to our family’s younger generation.”
“How different are the seeds sent out by the Douglas family this ti from the past?”
“Very different. According to the information I’ve gleaned from the Douglas family, they say that their family’s newly erged Martial Arts Genius, Genos Douglas, was once the instructor of these seeds, teaching them close combat fighting. No one can deny the authority of a Martial Artist in this regard, right?”
“So, our clan’s seeds need to be wary of the Douglas family’s seeds in close combat? Or is there sothing else we should be paying attention to?”
“It’s not just close combat that we need to be wary of, there’s a lot more to watch out for.” The woman who had diverted the entire clan’s undivided attention from Jenos projected a photograph onto the center of the eting room with a special thod, making it crystal clear to everyone present.
“This… This is a mber of the Douglas family?” Soone looking at the photograph in the center of the eting room was taken aback, their expression one of stunned confusion.
“Correct, these are the two participants chosen by the Douglas family this ti, Betty and Robert. This photo was taken after they engaged in a sparring battle.”
“They’re in this state and you’re telling
it was a sparring match? Are you sure there’s no bad blood between these two?” A very young-looking youth stroked his smooth chin, scrutinizing the photograph before him.
The photograph depicted a girlish figure in form-fitting star armor dragging Robert by his hair across the lawn in an extrely violent and feral manner, his body already staining with blood.
“It was just a normal spar, of course there’s no enmity.”
“Since when did the Douglas family beco so ruthless, allowing their core mbers to suffer such severe injuries? Aren’t they afraid of mistakenly killing them in battle?”
“This is exactly what we need to be vigilant about. The participants sent out by the Douglas family this ti have a completely different fighting style from the past.”
“Has the Douglas family decided to learn from the Empire’s madn or the church’s lunatics?”
“Probably. Their way of fighting is quite similar to that of the Empire’s madn and the church’s lunatics.”
“How should we deal with this?”
“How can we deal with it? Should we resort to dirty tricks and eliminate them off the field?”
“Of course that’s not an option.”
“This competition is for our clan’s seeds themselves; all we can do is provide them with intelligence and allow them to be sowhat ntally prepared in advance. That is all.”
…
As the short few seconds of Muria’s battle video kept spreading, its influence rose rapidly with the speed of its dissemination, with more and more people discussing Muria’s action this ti.
It was during the Star Armor Masters Competition, and every event reported during the competition tended to beco a hot topic within the Federation. Undoubtedly, Muria’s move had topped the hopage headlines of major news websites.
“Wow, has the Federation developed so new type of weapon? It’s so powerful and cool. I wonder when a civilian version will be available so that I too can have a go at it.”
“Dream on, this type of star armor is definitely controlled rchandise; there’s no way we can get our hands on it. At best, we can only get a weaker version.”
“A weaker version would still be fun to play with.”
…In the eyes of most commoners in the Federation, Muria’s attack was made possible by so special star armor equipnt; no one could imagine that the attack was actually executed by the person himself.
…
“Jelos, have you beco this strong now? You’ve completely surpassed ; that’s great.”
In the capital Dorvalier, Yakub Province, within a rather empty villa, a young woman watched the recorded images projected on the silver screen, her eyes revealing a gratified expression.
Outside this villa district in a restaurant, a golden-haired lady lounging on a soft sofa had a hint of a smile on her lips and a look of having sothing up her sleeve in her eyes.
“Ansol, Muria has already begun to promote and build montum, you should start preparing as well.”
“Yes, I’ve been waiting for this mont for a long ti.” Ansol sat cross-legged nearby, with a misty, pale golden Qi swirling around him, lending his figure an ethereal and majestic air.
As this Qi, exuding from his pores, hovered behind him, it sketched out a vague, three-dinsional pattern on his back, looking extrely indistinct.
“I have picked out your targets for you; when the ti cos, you just need to challenge them in order, one by one.”
“Understood.”
“After you’re done fighting, you’ll likely beco the honored guest of various great clans of the Federation, each of them frantically vying to recruit you to serve them.”
“I’m not interested; I’d actually like to go and see the war zones where the Flash Silver Empire and the Heavenly Descended seeds do battle,” said Ansol, expressing his area of interest.
“Stop kidding around; there are definitely Legendary level forces there, and you haven’t reached that level yet. First, use the resources of these great clans to reach that level, then go there.”
“I know, you don’t need to tell .” Ansol closed his eyes, having already broken through the most important barrier of a Martial Artist, entering a completely new realm, and could now be considered a top-tier combat force in this world, all in less than twenty-five years.
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