King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1004 - 1004 911 Beat Them Mercilessly As Long As

Chapter 1004: Chapter 911: Beat Them Mercilessly As Long As They Don’t Die Chapter 1004: Chapter 911: Beat Them Mercilessly As Long As They Don’t Die “More intense training?” the man couldn’t help but question, “But having been hospitalized five times within half a month, isn’t that a bit too severe? Could we possibly ease it a bit?”

“To sweat more in training is to bleed less in battle,” the Instructor replied. “You understand this principle, sir. Your son possesses such remarkable talent; thus, he will eventually represent our clan on the battlefield. The battlefield will be even harsher than the training he is undergoing now. Getting used to it in advance will be better for his future.”

“It seems like it’s just blood that my son is training to spill,” though he roughly understood the clan’s thinking, the man still couldn’t help but slightly complain.

“Cough, If he bleeds more now during training, he will bleed less during battle. If he bleeds now, he can still be treated in the hospital. If his injuries are too severe during battle, you know the consequences,” said Vien, the Butler, clearing his throat.

“I understand. In that case, please relay a message to that young instructor for me. As far as my son’s training goes, as long as it doesn’t kill him, push him to the limit,” a resolute look appeared on the man’s face.

“Your understanding of the clan’s strategic intent is commendable,” Vien, the Butler, said, nodding with satisfaction upon hearing the parent’s words, as such open-mindedness was indeed rare.

…

Victor, who had just gotten off the phone with his Father, eagerly awaited the clan’s notification to exempt him from training. However, not only did he not receive any notice from the clan, but he also received a call from the Devil Instructor.

“I heard your injuries have healed if you have recovered, then come for training tomorrow,” Muria’s indifferent face appeared on the communicator.

“Hold on, I’m not supposed to attend training tomorrow.” Seeing Muria’s face, Victor instinctively recoiled, but thinking he was about to end this ordeal and wouldn’t have to see him anymore, he straightened his back and weakly spoke.

“Hmm, I’ve already received a notification from the hospital that you’ve fully recovered, and I don’t remember ever approving your leave,” Muria said, resting his hands on his chin, staring at the boy opposite him with an oppressive pose. Once paid, it’s only right to do the job well.

“I’ve already told my parents. He will complain to the clan about your brutality towards me. Soon, I will withdraw from your training, and you won’t have the right to supervise me anymore, Jelos.”

Victor, seeing Muria’s oppressive posture, instinctively shrank his neck, but soon, fueled by his defiant rebel spirit, he shouted loudly at Muria.

“Complain to the clan about me?” Muria laughed, “You really are naively adorable. Fine, be on time for training tomorrow, or bear the consequences yourself.”

After saying this, Muria closed the communicator, ignoring the naive fool.

“Your Talent is so much inferior to mine, why do you get to order me around?” Seeing Muria shut off the communicator, Victor banged the desk in frustration,

“My Dad must have already contacted the clan by now. It won’t be long before the notice reaches me, and I won’t attend tomorrow’s training. Let’s see what you can do to me!”

The boy’s rebellious spirit was completely ignited by Muria’s words, “I will sleep until the sun is high in the sky tomorrow, and I won’t go to training; I won’t let you beat me.”

…

At dawn, before the sun had risen and the sky was still dim, but when a faint golden light started appearing on the horizon, Muria stood on the manor’s lawn, looking at the boys and girls in front of him.

“Count off!”

“One!” “Two!” … “Six!”

“Why only six?” Muria frowned at the boys and girls in front of him; the number was incorrect.

“Report, Instructor!”

“Speak!”

“The rest have been beaten into the hospital by you, they are all lying there now.”

“No need to tell me that, I know,” Muria glanced at the girl with the long indigo hair who had spoken, “But today, right now, there should be seven of you standing in front of me, one person is missing.”

As soon as Muria said this, the youths all looked sideways, their faces showing surprise, unable to understand who would have the audacity to provoke Muria at this time.

“It’s Victor.” Initially, there were only thirteen people under the Douglas clan’s arrangement who undertook Muria’s training, so they quickly identified the brave one.

“Interesting, this guy told me last night that he wouldn’t come to the training today. I thought he was just kidding in a fit of pique; I didn’t expect him to actually dare!”

Muria burst into laughter; even though he had only been training these clan prodigies for a short time, he had beaten each one before the training started, so they were all extremely obedient to him. Today, however, a troublemaker had actually emerged.

“You’ve got guts, but since you dared to ignore my words, now you’ll have to face the consequences of your absence,” Muria said, stroking his chin, thinking about how to make his student remember the repercussions of skipping his classes.

“Brother, what are you planning to do?” At this moment, Daisy stepped forward and asked tentatively. Although she was a prodigy and held a very high position within the clan, even she felt somewhat intimidated in front of her brother.

Because she had realized that her brother was not human when it came to training, he practically beat them to death. He treated everyone with the same harshness and did not give any special treatment to the girls. Daisy herself had been sent to the hospital several times recently.

“Is that even a question? Of course, I need to teach this bad student a lesson he’ll remember for life.”

“How do you want to do it?” Daisy suppressed the anticipation in her eyes as she asked.

“Hmm, let me think.” Muria raised his hand, signaling the young girl not to disturb him.

“Got it. The clan recently sent me a piece of Star Armor to test its power. Why not seize the day and use Victor as a test subject!”

Muria clenched his left fist and struck it against his right palm, a smile spreading across his face.

“What kind of weapon is it?”

“A sniper rifle!” Muria beckoned with his hand, and then a sniper rifle nearly three meters long, barely recognizable as a rifle, appeared in his hand, which he held single-handedly.

“This is the latest prototype; I heard it can enhance the power of qi. I need to test it myself to see the details, and there will be multiple improvements afterward!”

Muria began loading the extraordinarily large sniper rifle single-handedly. The bullets were so large they almost looked like miniature cannonballs.

“You plan to shoot Victor with this rifle?” a fellow trainee asked, wide-eyed with astonishment. Even though it wasn’t aimed at him, he felt a bit anxious.

“Yeah, does anyone know where Victor’s room is?” Muria had already loaded the bullets and pulled the bolt back. Pure white qi surged from his arms, melting into the firearm and channeling towards the bullets.

According to the information he had, the rifle and the accompanying bullets could both be infused with his qi, temporarily enhancing their power; of course, he still needed to test this himself.

“At this hour, Victor should be asleep. Aren’t you afraid you might kill him outright?” Daisy looked at Muria with incredulous eyes.

“Not to worry, he’s already been through my training these days. If he doesn’t have that much alertness, then all the beatings he’s taken have been in vain,” Muria said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. He then took a location map from another student, who was smirking at the impending chaos, and began calculating Victor’s coordinates.

“Wait a second. I don’t mind you shooting at Victor, but there are other clan members living in that building. You might end up hurting others,” one trainee voiced his concern.

“Then, it’s up to you guys to clear out the other clan members and servants from around Victor’s room. That way, the only damage will be to the buildings, and no one else will be injured,” Muria responded earnestly, while continuing to adjust the scope built into the rifle. The effective sniping range of this rifle was 3.6 kilometers, but he didn’t need that now as Victor was less than a kilometer away.

“Jelos, you’re crazy, using a clan member as a target for a test shoot,” a blonde girl stepped forward, her voice trembling as she rebuked Muria.

“That’s why I need to confirm his location first. I’ll fire a warning shot first, and then truly aim on the second shot. That way, I won’t kill him outright.”

Muria explained earnestly, and then began urging the group of kids, “Now, hurry up and evacuate the clan members around Victor. I’m going to start shooting in ten minutes.”

…

Ding-a-ling-a-ling!

A grating alarm rang out in the dim room, but soon an arm reached out from under the thick covers, grabbed the clock, and crushed it into scrap metal.

“So noisy!” The boy woken by the alarm groggily opened his eyes and thought for a few seconds, remembering that he was supposed to go for training today. But then he remembered that he had sworn the night before that he would never attend training again.

“The bed is more comfortable anyway. Besides, my dad has already spoken to the clan; no need to bother about Jelos anymore. I won’t go today. What’s he going to do to me? So I might as well sleep a bit more!”

Victor lay in the warm, comfortable bed, reassured everything was settled, and comfortably closed his eyes once more. However, just as he was drifting back to sleep,

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out by his ear, and then his bed began to shake violently…