King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1021 - 1021 1008 I Allow You to Challenge Me

Chapter 1021: Chapter 1008: I Allow You to Challenge Me Together Chapter 1021: Chapter 1008: I Allow You to Challenge Me Together Because Victor had defeated the number one talent of the Francis Family in an upset, the attention on the Star Armor Masters Competition, which had dropped to an all-time low due to an unexpected incident, began to rise again.

And when someone discovered that this year’s competitors from the Douglas family dominated the competition, interest climbed even higher because it was a situation that had never occurred in previous competitions.

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“Little sister, are you going to fight me?” Victor, who had quickly recovered from his injuries, stood in the arena and looked at his final obstacle to entering the quarterfinals—a delicate-looking young girl from another Great Family.

“At this point, do you think I would just bow down and admit defeat without a fight?” The young girl, facing Victor, looked at the “mad dog” of the Douglas family with a hint of sorrow in her heart, feeling unlucky.

To be honest, she really didn’t want to fight someone who took their own life so lightly. Everyone was a talented individual from a Great Family, with bright futures ahead. Who would want to play with their life like he did?

“If you won’t admit defeat, then let’s fight.” Victor sized up the young girl’s attractively curved body and chuckled with some ill intent.

“What are you laughing at? It’s so disgusting!” The young girl stepped back at the sight of Victor’s smile, her reluctance growing stronger, and at that moment, she made up her mind.

“I wasn’t laughing at anything. I was just thinking that once I win, I’ll advance to the quarterfinals and then I won’t have to fight anymore, so I’m a bit happy thinking about that,” Victor explained with a grin.

“Let the battle begin!”

As the referee announced the start of the battle, Victor immediately donned his Star Armor Equipment and charged towards the young girl.

Having tasted success in the previous round, he planned to continue in this battle using close combat to end the fight and claim victory.

“Ahh— ” The young girl, seeing Victor charging at her like a ferocious beast, let out a scream and unleashed all her Star Armor in a wild barrage, trying to stop Victor’s approach.

But it was all in vain, as Victor had given up most of the offensive capabilities of his Star Armor, opting for defense just to close the distance, so the gap between them kept shrinking.

“I surrender!”

After a futile struggle, the young girl, seeing Victor almost twenty meters in front of her, loudly voiced the words she had been holding back.

“Uh,” Victor stopped right there in the middle of the arena, a tinge of regret on his face, “My little sister, couldn’t you have waited a few more minutes before shouting that?”

“Rascal!” Hearing Victor’s words, the young girl glared at him, then packed up all her Star Armor and left the arena in a huff.

For her, this match had always been just for fun. She didn’t care about the outcome; she only cared about preserving her dignity.

When she realized that winning this match would require sacrifices she couldn’t make up for, the young girl was immediately unwilling and thus surrendered decisively.

“So boring!” Victor, who had won the match in less than three minutes, couldn’t help but laugh in triumph, and the stands were filled with boos.

Following this battle, Victor, who had earned the nickname “mad dog” on the Network, officially advanced to the quarterfinals, securing a spot for the Douglas family, and it was only the beginning.

As the competition progressed, each student who Muria had once taught defeated their opponents in unexpected ways to advance to the quarterfinals.

Some of them, like Victor against Arno, were drawn into tough battles, but in the end, they crushed the will of their opponents from big clans to achieve victory.

To the competitors from the other three Great Clans, the Star Armor Masters Competition was more of a playful nature; they treated it like a game.

If Muria hadn’t been involved in this competition, the attitude of the Douglas family’s competitors would probably have been similar.

But because of his training, all seven Seeds sent by Glass to clinch the championship treated the competition as a fight, a life-and-death battle where only victory mattered.

The difference in attitude toward the competition directly decided the outcome of this year’s Star Armor Masters Competition.

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“Teacher Jelos, our family has already secured seven of the eight spots in the quarterfinals, just waiting for your last match. Once you are done, our Clan will have taken all the spots in the quarterfinals,” the girl said to Muria in the comfortable resting room, smiling with a mix of arrogance and ease.

“The last battle will be fought by our brother himself, so naturally, the outcome is clear,” Daisy said, admiration in her eyes as she caught glimpses of the iceberg tip of Muria’s strength through the performance of his apprentices.

“Hm, have you all decided on who will be second and third place?” In response to the compliments from his students, Muria was noncommittal. Winning the competition was a matter of course for him; no one could stop his stride.

“Uh, let’s decide after the match is over, isn’t it a bit too arrogant for us to split now?”

“Whatever you guys want.” Muria stood up and walked out of the room since it was almost time for his match.

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“The next match is for the last spot in the top eight of the Star Armor Masters Competition and is also a crucial match to determine if the Douglas family can sweep the top eight spots of this year’s competition. Mm, everyone is very much looking forward to this match.

Because this is a situation that has never occurred before, at least in my professional career, I have never seen anything so bizarre.”

On the broad, orderly competition field, the host stood on the referee stand, shouting excitedly; his mood was also extraordinarily high because he was about to witness the birth of history.

“You madmen from the Douglas clan, did you pop some pills for this year’s competition, acting so recklessly?”

At one end of the field, Muria’s opponent spoke with mock curiosity, but in his eyes that looked toward Muria, there was an undeniable seriousness, and he seemed somewhat cowed.

After all, no matter what, he was destined for a great future. There was really no need to fight someone to death on the competition field.

“Not reckless, just seeking victory!” Muria said calmly. He was certain of his victory in this battle, both inside and outside the arena thought so.

On the Network, the odds for his victory had reached 1 to 0.001. His opponent was merely at the corresponding odds of 1 to 1000. Even so, apart from a few who were heavy gamblers, hardly anyone placed bets on him.

“Are you going to forfeit, or shall I send you down?”

“Can I think about it?” Hearing Muria’s question, his opponent didn’t show any signs of annoyance but instead, stroking his chin, he asked with interest,

“I’ve heard that those who battle you will have all their Star Armor shattered in one move but can keep their lives. I’m quite curious about that. If you can guarantee my life won’t be harmed, I’d like to experience that process.”

“Agreed.” When Muria heard these words from his opponent, a genius with an over 90% compatibility from another top clan, he agreed without any emotional ripple in his heart.

He could understand the mood of the person across from him—simply seeking a thrill. As long as their life was safe, destroying a set of custom-made Star Armor didn’t mean much to them.

“If that’s the case, then let’s go. Just to be clear, I won’t be merciful to you. Anyway, you’re terrifyingly strong, and up until now, no one has been able to gauge your depth.”

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Boom!

The moment the referee announced the start of the match, the young man released all his Star Armor Weapons, turning on full power and firing at that monster from the Douglas family across from him, but it was all in vain.

He saw his opponent throw a punch, and then that tiny fist visibly swelled and expanded at an incredible speed. The last thing he saw was a white fist crushing everything, a bulldozing force that blocked out everything.

“Unexpected, yet inevitable, the scene has unfolded—as the competitor from the Douglas family, the Star Crusher, has maintained his terrifying combat strength and has taken down his opponent with a single punch.”

When this one-sided battle concluded, the referee announced the end of the fight, and the commentator went into a state of frenzy, with the arena filled with cheers,

“This year’s Star Armor Masters Competition will surely be recorded in the Federation’s history because this year all the top eight spots have been swept by the Douglas family, a historic scene indeed.”

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Since the top eight of this year’s competition were all clinched by the same clan, Muria’s match was the last battle of the Star Armor Masters Competition. There were no more matches after that; all participants had decided the outcomes before stepping onto the stage.

This made the competition seem rather ridiculous and laughable, but at the same time, it caused the Douglas family’s influence within the Federation to ascend to its pinnacle.

The outcome of the competition needs no further elaboration—Muria the champion, and Daisy the runner-up, not because she was particularly strong, but because her blood relationship with Muria was the closest. As for third place, it was Victor, for he fared the worst.

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The competition’s ending entered into a rather dull and boring award ceremony. According to past customs, all participants who made it into the top sixty-four attended the ceremony; apart from the competitors from the Douglas family, the government and other clans’ representatives all had wooden expressions.

“Sir Jelos, as the winner of the championship, do you have anything you want to say?”

Following tradition, Muria came to the lectern. Looking at the competitors with various expressions in front of him, he began with a smile, “I’m giving you all a chance—I allow you to challenge me together!”