King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1013 - 1013 1000 Tathagata Palm

Chapter 1013: Chapter 1000: Tathagata Palm? Chapter 1013: Chapter 1000: Tathagata Palm? “Cough, Young Master Jelos, there is something I need to inform you about,” said the butler Paris as the Star Armor Masters Competition was about to start and the promotional activities had already begun.

“What is it?”

“Due to the competition rules, you might need to endure some inconvenience, Young Master Jelos.”

“Hm?” Muria showed a puzzled expression.

“It’s like this, due to the vast territory of the federation, it will be divided into twelve major competition zones. We’ll start with the preliminaries, and then move on to the regular competition. You need to first secure a spot in the regular competition.”

“Oh,” Muria nodded, his face showing no unusual expression, “And what about my sisters?”

“Miss Desley and the other six young masters and misses, due to their Star talent exceeding 80%, can directly qualify for the regular competition, while your Star compatibility is too low, thus you don’t have this privilege; you can only fight your way into the regular competition.”

“Just this sort of thing?”

“Yes, this will require you to spend more time,” observed the butler Paris, watching Muria’s expression. In his memory, a talented youth like Muria would surely be prideful. Now, as the strongest new generation member of the Douglas clan, he had to participate in the competition just like a commoner, and his mindset could likely change because of this.

“Such a trivial matter is of no concern,” Muria was indifferent about the lack of privilege due to his lower talent; he wouldn’t care about such trivialities.

In fact, even the championship of this competition didn’t matter much to him; what he cared about was the impact his participation in this competition would have on the federation’s system of training Star Armor Masters.

“It’s good that you don’t mind,” the butler Paris showed a relieved expression. In fact, should Muria have made a request, the Douglas clan would still have tried to use their resources to secure his direct qualification for the regular competition.

However, since Muria was willing to participate in the preliminaries, the clan saw no need to waste resources in this regard.

…

“In the last match, the contestant Ekman secured a narrow victory over his opponent, presenting us with a breathtaking bladder match, surrounding the restroom with crowds after the match ended.

The stage 1965 is now set for the sixth match to begin, and let’s hope it doesn’t put our bladders through the same agonizing ordeal as the previous one.”

The announcer stood on the judge’s platform, introducing the contestants of the sixth match. His eyes lit up as he saw the name on the list of participants and his voice involuntarily grew louder,

“Please welcome Jelos Douglas, the contestant from a top federal family!”

As the announcer loudly called out the name of the next contestant, the stadium fell silent for a moment, then the spectators instantly erupted, each becoming incredibly excited.

The mere mention of the Douglas surname, which possessed a strangely magical allure, was the sole reason for their excitement.

Under the excited cheers and attentive gaze of the surrounding audience, Muria stepped into the competition arena, receiving scrutinizing and awe-filled glances from all the spectators around him.

“Let’s see, who is the unfortunate soul who will face a full member of the Douglas family?”

The host spoke provocative words at the interview booth, but the blatantly biased remarks invited no objections, as everyone had already determined the outcome of the match.

This was simply a foregone conclusion. A formal member of a top federal family participating in the preliminaries was purely there to dominate, to thrash the weak.

“From Rhine High School, the lucky young man, Bryce, a Fourth order star armor master, ah, he’s also an intermediate Mech Designer, possibly holding out longer in front of the Douglas family prodigy, showing us an even more exciting fight.”

Amid the announcer’s introduction, a young man with a defiant expression walked out of the tunnel and into the arena to face Muria, his eyes locked fiercely on him.

“Good spirit, it seems this lucky young fellow isn’t intimidated by the Douglas name. Looking at his eyes, he appears to want to challenge the strength of a formal member of a top federal family.”

“The kid below, don’t back down, I bet you can hold out for ten minutes against the young master of the Douglas family. Hang in there! Don’t let me lose my bet.”

“Haha, I bet three minutes; I hope the young master puts on a good show.”

“I bet he can last ten rounds.”

…A noisy and boisterous sound came from the stands, making the young Bryce’s expression even more sullen.

“The top federal families, huh, you might fool others, but you can’t scare me. I’ve defeated many clansmen like you in school; now I really want to see what the difference is between you and those I’ve beaten.”

“Commoner background?”

“Can’t compare to you lords born with a golden key in your mouth.”

“Right.”

“Stop looking down on people.”

“…” Muria shook his head slightly, feeling no particular sentiment towards his first opponent in the Star Armor Masters Competition, given their vastly different levels.

“The competition begins, let’s witness this potentially short but thrilling battle!”

Not long after the spectators had placed their bets, the referee immediately stepped forward and announced the official start of the match.

“Hmph! I may be a lower-class commoner, but I’m no worse than any of you. Even if I start lower, I can still surpass you.”

Bryce shouted, frantically psyching himself up, and one by one, pieces of star armor flew out of the star armor case on his back, landing on him and looking exceptionally cool.

In contrast, Muria’s armoring process appeared much simpler. A ring on his hand sparkled faintly, and then, metal components emerged from the ring, attaching to his palm and spreading upward. However, these star armor constructs only covered his right hand and forearm before ceasing to appear.

“Look, space compression technology, a perfect way to arm oneself. Oh my, what am I seeing? Jelos Douglas of the Douglas clan, only wearing the star armor on his right hand, hasn’t even summoned a single piece of star armor. Does he think he can defeat a star armor master with just this posture? This is insane.”

“Do you look down on me that much? Young Master Douglas, you’re courting death.”

Seeing that Muria was only wearing armor on his hands, Bryce’s face twisted as he felt his pride being deeply wounded.

“The match is over,” Muria whispered to himself, then raised his hand, and endless winds surged from all directions, condensing into a huge hand above the competition arena that could envelop most of the arena.

Then, the moment the gigantic hand took shape, Muria gently pressed down towards the young man opposite him, and the massive hand shattered down as he moved his own.

Boom———

The vast competition field shook violently; the spectators on the viewing platform fell into silence at this moment. No one dared to make a sound as they all stared, dumbfounded, at the scene before them that surpassed their understanding.

The competition field at that time, except where Muria stood, was engulfed in dust raised by the crashing giant hand, obscuring the specifics.

All the dust approaching Muria halted at a certain distance from him, as if an invisible barrier prevented any filth from nearing him.

“Announce the result of the match!” Muria looked up at the referee, who was also shocked, mouth agape.

“Oh, okay.” Hearing Muria’s words, the dazed referee snapped back to reality and rapidly affirmed. Although he didn’t understand how the attack was launched and hadn’t seen Bryce’s condition amidst the dust,

that didn’t stop him from directly declaring the result, as he didn’t think this intermediate star armor master could survive such an attack.

“Ring 1965, match six, the winner—Jelos Douglas!”

While everyone was baffled and stunned, the referee directly declared Muria the winner, and no one raised any objections.

Assured of his victory in his first battle, Muria turned and left the arena, leaving behind an audience all looking as baffled as hippos.

A few minutes after his departure, finally, some audience members began to come around, shouting excitedly and with a trace of awe,

“Is this the strength of a member from a top federal great family? What was that attack just now? How did it come about?”

“That’s terrifying. If all clan members participating have this kind of combat power, what chance do the others have?”

“So cool, truly worthy of being a formal member of the Douglas family, perfectly matching all my fantasies.”

…While the spectators on the viewing platform were excitedly discussing with those around them, the dust on the field gradually dispersed, revealing the scene within, and the arena fell into silence once again.

For now, the originally smooth and hard ground of the competition area bore a clear, gigantic handprint that covered most of the arena—an inconceivably huge mark, as if a colossal titan had pressed a hand into the ground.

In the palm of this handprint, the other participant in the contest, Bryce, lay half-dead, motionless, his star armor cracked and surrounded by several crushed and distorted pieces of exterior star armor.