King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1006 - 1006 993 Twist and Shake

Chapter 1006: Chapter 993: Twist and Shake Chapter 1006: Chapter 993: Twist and Shake “Victor is missing?” Muria was slightly startled when she abruptly learned of this news, then her face revealed an intrigued expression, “This so-called disappearance must mean the clan can’t determine his whereabouts, right?”

“Yes, ever since Victor woke up from the Medical Cabin in the Hospital and left, no one has seen him again,” Butler Paris nodded.

“So, he’s playing some kind of running away from home drama?” Muria’s face showed a wry smile as she felt pretty good about the situation, guessing there was an eighty to ninety percent chance the young man’s departure was due to her if nothing unexpected had occurred.

“Yes, the clan is currently searching, and expects to pinpoint his location before the sun rises,” Butler Paris said with an expression that suggested it was only a matter of course.

In the Zijing Federation, as long as the government and the other three clans did not interfere, it was extremely easy for the Douglas family to find someone.

“Hmm, perhaps I’ve pushed him too hard these days. Let me handle this matter; there’s no need for the clan to waste resources on it,” Muria suggested.

“Are you sure?” Butler Paris asked with a curious look, “How do you plan to handle this matter?”

“What else can I do? He’s my student, and as a Teacher, of course, I should bring him back. Of course, I’ll also need to give him some psychological guidance.”

“How do you plan to give him psychological guidance?”

“Right now, he just feels that the current training is too cruel and doesn’t want to endure it all, which is why he’s run away. Actually, solving this is quite simple; just let him understand the importance of my training for his future,” Muria explained.

“How exactly do you plan to implement this?” asked Butler Paris, furrowing his brows, feeling an uneasy premonition, not for himself, but for that child who was pressed to flee home.

“I’ll decide based on the situation at the time, adapting to the circumstances,” Muria replied noncommittally.

“I hope you don’t mess around; this child has already been tormented enough by you,” the Butler expressed his concern.

“But isn’t this what you all wanted? If I don’t torment him miserably, you wouldn’t have let me take this on,” Muria knocked on the table to remind him.

“…” The old Butler fell silent.

…

“I’ve finally escaped that hellish place, free from Jelos’s demonic grasp, breathing in the air of freedom,” a handsome young man laughed excitedly from the driver’s seat of a strikingly stylish purple sports car that sped along a deserted highway.

After the laugh, the young man’s expression quickly fell as he knew that escaping the manor was only temporary. He was all too aware of the power his family wielded; they could have already located him by now.

“No matter, I’ll enjoy the freedom for as long as I can. Any punishment I’ll get for being caught and taken back can’t be worse than training under that guy Jelos,” Victor mused optimistically.

Soon, Victor perked up again, as in his world view, undergoing Muria’s training was essentially the most miserable thing in the world. There couldn’t be anything worse, so he felt fearless about whatever came next.

But to Victor’s surprise, when he drove home, nobody came to intercept him. He approached his own front door with a mixture of excitement and anxiety, and knocked.

“Son, why are you back? Why didn’t you let us know in advance?” The surprised expression swiftly spread across the face of the young woman who opened the door, “Come in, come in! You must be exhausted.”

“Why are you back?” As Victor entered, Mr. Bennett looked up from the sofa. Although he asked the same question as Victor’s mother, his tone was distinctly different.

“I just got out of the hospital and wanted to come home for a visit, so here I am,” Victor gave his reason for returning home. He didn’t try to lie, knowing it would fool no one, least of all his father.

“You were in the hospital again?” Despite being prepared, the man could not help but feel a twinge of heartache upon hearing his son’s words—it was his son, after all.

“Yes,” Victor replied through gritted teeth. In truth, the training methods employed by Jelos were simple: battle. No frills, nothing fancy.

Yet, through just battling, he ended up battered every time, landing in the hospital for a spell after every two or three days of training. Who could endure such treatment?

“Did you tell Butler Vien before coming home?”

“No,” Victor answered honestly.

“Hmph! So you snuck out? That’s unacceptable. Get back there right away,” Mr. Bennett snorted in disappointment, his frustration evident.

“The boy’s been away so long, and you’re trying to send him off without letting him warm his seat? That’s not right. He’s going to go back, sure, but there’s no harm in staying the night and leaving tomorrow,” Mother defended.

“Fine, just one night. First thing when it gets light tomorrow morning, you head back,” Mr. Bennett allowed, his frown softening into reluctant consent.

Boom! Boom!

Just then, two crisp knocks on the door sounded, causing everyone’s face to darken with apprehension.

“Is anyone there?” a young voice, cracking with the changes of adolescence, rang out.

“It’s Jelos Douglas, the guy came knocking on my door.” Hearing this familiar voice, Victor’s face paled drastically, and he couldn’t help but stagger a few steps back before collapsing onto the sofa.

“Who is it?” Seeing his son display such an awkward posture, Bennett’s face showed a hint of discomfort, and then he turned to face the direction of the front door and called out.

“Jelos Douglas, here to find my wayward student,” the voice outside replied politely.

“So it is that demon who has come for us.” When Victor heard Muria disclose his own name, his body began to stiffen; he had been beaten so many times that he really had developed a psychological shadow.

“Victor, I hear your voice. You’re indeed inside. I’m standing at your front door; won’t you open it for me?”

“So this is your instructor? Interesting. I do want to see what kind of person he is—the one that could scare you to this state.” Bennett glanced at his son, who was in such a disgraceful state, and then turned to walk toward the main door, after which he saw a tall, upright young man with black hair standing at the door, smiling at him.

“Good evening, Mr. Bennett. It’s a pleasure to meet you for the first time, I am your son’s instructor.” Muria extended his hand to the middle-aged man who opened the door, “May I come in and sit for a while?”

“Please, come in!” Bennett grasped Muria’s hand and shook it, then stepped aside to let Muria in.

“Little brother, what’s the matter with you?” Once inside, Muria immediately spotted Victor huddled on the sofa, his face pale as if terrified out of his wits, “Am I really that frightening?”

Muria spread his arms and took a moment to look at himself; there was nothing wrong, just a clean, smart, handsome young man.

“You have the guts to skip my class and to run home, so why are you in this state now upon seeing me?”

“You skipped class?” Bennett’s sharp gaze instantly fell upon his son, imposing without even being angry.

“Just like that…” Muria recounted the situation with a smile, then explained to the father, whose expression turned increasingly stern.

“I teach thirteen students, and your son is the most disobedient and unruly of all. He’s the only one who ran back home this time.”

“You worthless thing!” Bennett, who had been relatively calm up until then, exploded upon hearing those words, turning his head to scold his son fiercely, “All day complaining about hardship and fatigue, why don’t I see anyone else complaining, why don’t I see anyone else skipping classes?”

“Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. You don’t know how many people curse him in private,” Victor mumbled softly, reprimanded by his own father.

“Oh? People are cursing me?” Muria looked intrigued, “Could you tell me who exactly?”

“Do you think I’m someone who would betray my mates?”

“Heh,” Muria laughed.

“Jelos, the clan chose you to be the instructor because you must possess such talent. Would you let me witness it for myself?”

After scolding his son, Bennett’s attention returned to Muria; he was very interested in this young man who seemed about the same age as his son.

“Which aspect would you like to witness?”

“I’d like to see why, as a martial artist, you’re able to be the teacher of thirteen genius Star Armor Masters.”

“There’s no difficulty in that, the simplest and most direct way would be to let you witness my combat strength, but this place is too cramped to properly demonstrate, so let me show you something else instead.”

Muria walked over to Victor, then turned to look at the tense, seemingly ready to pounce young mother, “Madam, you need not be nervous. I merely plan to use your son’s body to demonstrate my abilities as a martial artist.”

“Watch.” Muria caught hold of Victor, who tried to evade but failed, and under the gaze of the parents,

Click!

he dislocated Victor’s arm and then, with the horror-stricken Victor watching, Muria shook and even twisted the limp limb in front of the couple.

“You…”

“Don’t be nervous, it’s just a technique.” Then, amidst more clicking sounds, Muria reattached Victor’s arm.

“These are the skills a martial artist is adept at — techniques, strength, control, and the perception of weaknesses.”

“Is that all?” Bennett asked in a somewhat flat tone.

“It seems you want to see something more thrilling. So be it,” Muria said.

Stretching out a demonic hand, Muria grabbed the frantically struggling Victor, and in a blur of motion, dislocated all his joints, then balled up the son into a sphere under the terrified gaze of the young mother.