King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1005 - 1005 992 Desperate Escape

Chapter 1005: Chapter 992: Desperate Escape Chapter 1005: Chapter 992: Desperate Escape “What happened?”

Such a violent explosion, along with the shaking, had abruptly awoken the young man nearly drifting into deep sleep from his bed. Victor sat up, then stared somewhat blankly around him.

Where is my nightstand? My bookshelf? My desk? And all the “study” materials I painstakingly collected—how come they’re all gone?

The young man dazedly stared at the huge hole next to him; his bed, the floor to the left, the walls, and even the ceiling had all been partially missing, with even the edge of his bed tattered and torn, seemingly affected by the explosion.

Victor looked in front of him and then turned his head to look behind, somewhat astonished to find that the building he was in had been pierced through, and he was situated right at the edge of this gaping hole.

“With such power, had it hit me, I’d be gone by now!” Victor looked at the somewhat frightening destruction traces beside him and couldn’t help but think.

A Star Armor Master is very fragile without their Armored Star Armor, and although their physical condition greatly surpasses that of ordinary people due to the nourishment from that special energy contained in the Star Armor, it still does not change the fact that Star Armor Masters are a fragile profession.

“Such power, it must have been a cannon that caused this destruction!” Victor pondered what weapon could have caused such damage, but he quickly realized, “Wait, this is Douglas clan’s territory, who would dare to attack here?”

Still somewhat perplexed, Victor suddenly felt a chill crawling up his spine and quickly spreading throughout his body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Without time to think, Victor activated his Star Armor and completed the arming instantly. Just as he had donned the Star Armor, a large projectile dragging a white tail tore through the wall in front of him, hurtling towards him at high speed.

Without a need for brain commands, Victor instinctively controlled all his External Armaments, setting up one energy shield after another in front of him.

Boom!

The sound of a violent explosion rang through the building, and soon, the already damaged building collapsed further, and amidst the explosion’s fireworks, a figure was blasted out and hurled through the air.

“Cough cough!”

Victor coughed dryly, standing up from the manor’s lawn, feeling the intense pain all over his body, especially a stabbing pain in his abdomen and chest, immediately assessing the injuries he had sustained.

Widespread minor bruises across his body and some impact to the internal organs, three to six hours in the hospital’s Medical Cabin should suffice for recovery; not a big problem.

Long illness turns the patient into a doctor—this was the perfect description for Victor’s current situation. Always injured, he knew roughly how long it would take to recover to full health.

“Who is attacking me?” The youth, having been attacked twice, angrily looked for the attacker and soon he saw a black-haired young man not far away, watching him with a faint, elusive smile, also holding a shockingly large sniper… cannon?

“Jelos! Were you just attacking me?” Victor questioned angrily at the nearby Muria, and could not help but look behind him again.

Behind him, within that building, appeared a shockingly large hole, such a massive gap; probably the most significant damage this manor had ever received since it was built.

“Why ask when you already know?” Muria pulled the bolt again, reloading and aiming at Victor, “By the way, were you hit by the bullet I shot? Tell me how you feel.”

“Do you know what you are doing? You are attacking a future core member of the Douglas clan!”

“What nonsense are you spouting? I’m executing the rights granted by the clan, disciplining a substandard student who didn’t attend training on time!” Muria once again lifted the sniper rifle, aiming at Victor across from him.

“Not attending training on time, that’s your reason for attacking me?” A look of shock and anger appeared on Victor’s face, “Haven’t I told you already? I am about to stop attending the training, you have no right to be my Instructor.”

“Who told you that? I haven’t received any notice from the clan about this, and when did you think you had the right not to participate in this training? Aren’t you being a bit too naive?”

Muria looked at the fool opposite, pulled the trigger again, and a brilliant white light bullet burst out of the barrel, dragging a white tail towards Victor.

“Jelos, you’re still shooting?” Victor quickly summoned his Armored Star Armor and fired a series of attacks towards the bullet. Before it could get close to him, he burst it in mid-air; the blast’s shockwave flipped over a patch of the lawn, revealing the black soil underneath.

“This firearm’s power is too weak, not good enough!” Seeing his attack blocked, Muria shook his head in disappointment, dissatisfied with the power.

“Haven’t you received the clan’s notice yet?”

“Are you referring to the notice that you don’t have to attend training? Sorry, but I really haven’t seen that.”

“How is that possible?” Victor’s face displayed a vacant expression as he recalled his father clearly saying he would communicate with the clan higher-ups. Could there have been a mistake?

“However, I did receive a call, from a middle-aged man claiming to be Bennett—it seemed quite like you; it couldn’t have been your father, could it!”

“That’s my father’s name.” Victor gritted his teeth and answered with some difficulty, already sensing something ominous.

“Oh, then that’s right. Do you know what he told me?”

“What did he say?”

“He told me to train however I wanted and to beat to the brink of death as long as it doesn’t kill,” Muria said cheerfully, his father had instructed him to go all out, so why hold back?

“Impossible, how could this be?” Victor was instantly thrown into disarray by Muria’s words, entering a state of confusion. He now harbored the desire to go home and ask for a paternity test with his father; he wanted to verify if he really was his biological son, as no father should treat his son like this.

“Why not possible? This is exactly what your father told me. Come here and train, as punishment for your absence today, you’ll spar with me first,” Muria put away his weapon and then beckoned the doubtful young man over.

“Elder brother, I think you need to report today’s actions to the butler, or else you might get into some trouble,” Daisy glanced around at the clan members evacuating from the buildings Muria had struck, starting to warn him.

“Oh!”

Muria thought for a moment, heeded his sister’s advice, and took out his communicator to ring up Butler Paris, “Hello, is that Butler Paris? You must have noticed what just happened, right? Send a construction crew to fix things up!”

“…” Butler Paris, looking at Muria’s nonchalant face, was immediately driven to laughter, “You called just to tell me this?”

“Yeah, I accidentally blasted a hole in one of the manor’s buildings during training, so now I’m calling you to send someone to fix it,” Muria briefly explained.

“Accidentally?” Butler Paris suddenly felt a toothache coming on, this young master was really shameless, did he think he was blind?

“Young Master Genos, I must remind you to be careful, the property you are attacking belongs to your own clan, please be mindful, this is a residential area, not a combat zone.”

“Alright, since you say so, I’ll be more careful next time. But when it’s time for the battlefield, there are only combat zones, no living areas—I’m prepping them early,” Muria replied.

“Young Master Jelos, there’s something I need to tell you, could you perhaps make your training methods a bit gentler? You keep sending people to the hospital every few days, and some clan members are starting to have issues with it.”

“Having issues every few days? Then I’ll double the interval—how about sending them to the hospital every four or five days instead?”

“You…” Butler Paris, hearing Muria’s remarks, suddenly found himself at a loss for words, “Training doesn’t necessarily have to send people to the hospital.”

“I’m letting them experience injuries early on, teaching them to endure pain.”

“Regardless, please ease it down a bit.”

“I’m just trying to show you results quickly, so my methods might be a bit harsh. If you’re not in a rush, I can dial back the intensity.”

…

As the sun set, the blood-stained Arena lay scattered with broken limbs and fractured bones; Victor looked up at the sky expressionlessly, ignoring the surrounding moans of pain and some consciously lowered curses, letting the incoming medical staff examine his injuries.

“Your injuries are quite severe, you have to be hospitalized again—you were just discharged yesterday, weren’t you? What happened? You used to only need hospitalization every few days; why so soon? Has your strength decreased?”

“I offended the instructor, that’s why,” Victor twitched the corner of his mouth, then turned to look at the murmuring nurse beside him.

“Then you are really unlucky!” the nurse expressed sympathy, then couldn’t help but look around the vast Arena strewn with pits, black and red blood stains, and shattered Star Armor.

“Yes, I’m very unlucky!” Victor lay on the stretcher, his gaze slightly dazed as he looked up at the sky, feeling Destiny’s torment at this moment,

“No, this can’t continue. If I keep training like this, even if Jelos the Demon doesn’t kill me, he’s going to drive me insane. Since it’s impossible to escape Jelos through normal channels, I have to resort to unconventional methods.”