King of Titans and D Chapter 1067 - 1067 1054 Attention from the King

??Chapter 1067: Chapter 1054: Attention from the King

Chapter 1067: Chapter 1054: Attention from the King

The royal, struck on the jaw by Muria’s fist, soared upward into the sky, tracing an elegant parabola before descending to the ground. This ti, he was completely dazed by Muria’s punch, entering a stunned state, which is why he didn’t stop mid-air but instead crashed to the ground, emitting a muffled thud that sowhat set one’s teeth on edge.

Huff—

A slender yet powerfully muscular thigh swung down towards Muria’s head like a battle axe. Muria narrowly dodged the leg that ca with a whistling sound.

Then, the Child in the initial state of Royal Blood Awakening grabbed the ankle of the eldest female royal and used her montum to swing her in a half-circle in mid-air before throwing her out.

The trendous force sent this princess streaking across the air as a black shadow, giving her no ti to react before she slamd into the ground, plowing a shallow trench into the hard slab ground.

“You…” Seeing how Muria had handled two royals with just three punches and two kicks, the leading princess was shaken to an indescribable degree.

Being able to awaken Royal Blood at five was one thing—she could chalk that up to exceptional talent, which she had tolerated. But what was happening now?

Both were only initially awakened, so why could this re five-year-old Younger Prince beat them as if they were little children? It wasn’t fair; things weren’t supposed to unfold this way.

It should have been that the four of them surrounded him, exerting trendous pressure before casually picking one among them to duel Arnold and then fiercely reprimanding him. They intended to teach him the distinctions of rank and let him understand the consequences of refusing her Older Prince’s goodwill.

But everything had not only failed to evolve as she had anticipated but had gone in a completely different direction from what she had envisioned.

“Older Princess, losing focus during a battle is a huge mistake. Have you forgotten all the combat skills your Teacher taught you?” Just as this ten-year-old princess was distracted, a warm, slightly husky voice rang beside her.

At that mont, the princess realized that another one of her partners had been knocked to the ground by Muria without her noticing, leaving only her and Muria in the sky.

“You can’t hit !” As the girl continuously dodged and realized she couldn’t shake off the Younger Prince who was only half her age, the princess started to panic.

After all, no matter how mature her mind was, she was ultimately just a little kid who hadn’t been through much turbulence. She had indeed experienced so incidents, but those were under protected and favorable conditions.

Now, facing a situation completely out of her expectation and control was a first for her, so she had no idea what to do, because based on the current situation, she was most likely going to get a beating.

This made her feel extrely uncomfortable. With so many siblings watching her from below, if she were beaten by a Younger Prince much younger than her, where would she put her face in the future?

“Oh, why can’t I hit you?” Muria, keeping a distance of no more than five ters from the Older Princess, asked with interest.

“Because I am your sister.” The princess, very much not wanting to be beaten, blurted out a reason that might seem plausible to ordinary people.

“Oh,” Muria nodded after hearing her reason, “Don’t worry, I won’t beat you to death.”

“Wait.” Seeing Muria’s raised palm, the princess stopped him again, issuing a warning to Muria, “Arnold, think carefully. If you hit , it ans a complete fallout with my Older Brother.”

“Hmm.” Muria’s face remained unemotional as he brought his hand down hard, sending the princess who tried to subdue him plumting from the sky.

The slender and tall girl left traces of black smoke and sparks in the air before crashing to the ground in a disheveled heap. Her ability to fly was due to the special nature of her power, but her physique was far from the Gold Rank standard of Erathia World.

Thus, the impact of falling from the sky essentially stripped her of her combat abilities.

This abrupt and swiftly concluded battle thus ca to an end, but the aftereffects were just beginning.

Private brawling among royals was not tolerated; moreover, the nature of this battle, involving four royals ganging up on another royal, made it extrely dishonorable due to the unfairness in numbers.

Surprisingly, the one who should have been at a complete disadvantage not only dominated the battle but also erged unscathed to achieve ultimate victory.

However, this doesn’t an that this battle would be overlooked by certain entities within the Royal Palace; in fact, it attracted even more attention than usual.

All royals involved in the battle received punishnt, Muria’s being to stay grounded for three days, simply to remain in his chamber without stepping out of his room, and that was it.

As for the other five, they were confined from one month to three months, and even after their confinent ended, there were additional punishnts, the specifics of which Muria was unaware.

Muria wasn’t surprised by the outco; Gai Nation revered martial prowess, and he had managed to turn around a battle without any advantage, which naturally earned him special treatnt.

This form of punishnt, more symbolic than practical, was a harbinger of the special treatnt he was to receive in the future.

Thus, on the second day of Muria’s confinent, an uninvited guest arrived in his private chambers.

“Father,” Muria said, looking at the man who had entered his chamber, calmly addressing him with the title he was supposed to use at that mont.

“Arnold, you are even better than I imagined,” Ferdinand observed his younger son, a satisfied look in his eyes, “but that does not justify your fighting with your older prince and princess. Do you know how long your royal siblings will be confined?”

“I’ve heard so,” Muria responded. There was no need to hide anything, as his mother was a powerful woman in the Royal Palace, albeit not the most powerful, and thus Muria also had his own channels of information.

“Do you know what their confinent ti ans?”

“I don’t know,” Muria was very straightforward.

“It represents the ti necessary for their injuries to heal,” Ferdinand said, studying Muria with a profound gaze.

“Oh,”

“Those injuries were inflicted by you, Arnold, regardless of the circumstances. They are your siblings, and you should not have been so forceful,”

“There were four of them,” Muria looked up and t the gaze of the man with a pair of horns on his forehead, “and I was alone. If I did not strike harder, I would be the one unable to rise from bed right now.”

“Fair enough,” Ferdinand nodded, hearing Muria’s words. He was not there to bla him, “but, more than that, I am curious about how you managed to win this battle unscathed.”

“My Royal Blood has awakened,”

“Show ,”

“Hmm,” Muria did not refuse, and displayed the initial stage of his Royal Blood Awakening to his father. A scene from two days before replayed as his body beca more elongated and upright, fire patterns appearing on his face…

“Good,” sensing that the air in the room began to grow hot, Ferdinand saw Muria’s current state and a satisfied smile appeared on his face,

“Indeed, it’s a Royal Blood Awakening, but it does not explain how you managed to defeat four royals without injury, especially since they are older than you.”

“I possess the world’s greatest battle Talent,” Muria told the truth to his father as always.

Then his father took this truth for a tall tale, interpreting Muria’s words as his son having an extraordinary combat Talent. Although a bit far-fetched, the reality was undeniable.

“How old are you this year?” Ferdinand asked, disregarding Muria’s answer, a question no proper father would pose.

“Almost five,”

“Very good,” the king, not even clear about his own son’s precise age, nodded more pleased than before.

A royal with normal Talent would generally experience their Initial Awakening around the age of ten, with little variation, being early or late by a year or two considered within normal range.

However, for soone like Muria, the term ‘normal’ was hardly applicable. Yet, this also indicated that Muria’s aptitude outshone all of his other offspring.

Thus, with a purpose, Ferdinand took a black tal box, the size of an adult’s palm, from his bosom and handed it to Muria.

Muria looked up at him, took the box, and without hesitation, opened it. Instantly, he saw a black and red spherical crystal suspended inside, emitting a slightly oppressive aura.

“What is this?” The mont Muria saw the crystal, he felt the powers within his body stir, urging him to consu and rge with the crystal. However, Muria easily suppressed this restlessness.

“This is a power crystal left behind after the passing of a royal who awakened their powers three tis.” Seeing Muria manage to maintain his composure rather than react as expected, a hint of surprise appeared on Ferdinand’s face.

Even for him, positioned before such a power crystal, he, too, would feel an urge to devour and rge with it.