King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1066 - 1066 1053 Royal Blood Awakening

Chapter 1066: Chapter 1053: Royal Blood Awakening Chapter 1066: Chapter 1053: Royal Blood Awakening Muria took a step forward, extended his hand, and then swung down, his small palm striking the face of the child in front of him. This child, faced with Muria’s attack, reacted just as swiftly.

He had come specifically to provoke Muria, and after hearing about Muria’s battle accomplishments, he was mentally prepared.

But as it turned out, even his mental preparation was not enough—Muria’s strength far exceeded his expectations.

Facing Muria’s attack, the child raised his arm to shield the side of his face, already planning his counterattack to show the consequences of provoking an older prince.

However, reality proved that all his plans were mere delusions. When Muria’s palm connected with his arm, which was guarding his face, he heard an unusually crisp sound of bone cracking.

Then, his broken arm struck his face, and his body was sent flying by the smack, spinning in the air before crashing to the ground and dragging several meters, appearing extremely disheveled.

Within the arrow tower, four royals who were merely pretending to watch the departure ceremony below, but were actually observing this battle, had to turn around at this moment.

“Arnold, you did well.” The girl, who appeared to be about ten, glanced down at her younger brother lying on the ground with a broken arm, groaning softly, and showed a look of admiration towards Muria.

Her exclamation had no other meaning; it was simply a pure expression of her admiration for Muria—she was here specifically for Muria.

She didn’t know that an army would march today; such secrets were beyond her access, but she had long harbored the idea of testing Muria.

The younger prince she had chosen to test Muria was not very skilled—just average. But Muria’s ability to defeat him at nearly three years his junior had indeed caught her by surprise, significantly raising her estimation of Muria’s worth, making this prince worth courting with offerings.

“I admire you, name your conditions, what would it take for you to follow me?” the princess, extremely satisfied with Muria’s performance, spoke to him.

At these words, Muria raised an eyebrow but did not get angry. There was no need; he had heard too many such solicitations already.

Because he had a father who loved to wildly spread his seed, Muria had many older princes and princesses who had already started to build their own factions in preparation to vie for the sole throne.

Though Muria had shown exceptional prowess over the years, he was born much too late, leading no one to believe he could be the next king of the Gai Nation.

Therefore, to those royals eager for the throne, Muria became a significant bargaining chip. Ambitious royals began extending all sorts of olive branches, trying to recruit Muria to serve them.

But Muria, of course, refused these overtures without hesitation, no matter how lucrative the terms, for what Muria desired was the most powerful position in the Gai Nation, something they naturally could not offer as compensation.

The princess, about ten years old, had a brother from the same mother. Her brother was a highly favored candidate for the throne in the Gai Nation, allegedly supported by many ministers and generals.

Thus, the princess became her brother’s spokesperson within the Royal Palace, recruiting not yet adult but promising royals for her brother.

Looking at the royals beside her, one could tell how vast her brother’s influence was, and how many people were betting on him early on.

However, all this was irrelevant to Muria. With his vision, none of his hundreds of siblings were worth noticing.

I’m not talking about a specific one, I mean every one of you is waste—this was Muria’s true inner monologue.

Oh, the only one that could make Muria turn his head slightly was that little fatty, Opuno, who desperately wanted to recognize him as his older brother when he was two.

He truly admired the little fatty’s foresight. At such a young age, he had decided on him and clung to him, a vision perhaps not even Ferdinand could match.

“Ask me to set the terms?” Muria appraised the sister who stood before him, “What I want, you can’t offer. Moreover, nothing qualifies anyone to have me follow them.”

“If you had been born twenty years earlier, I wouldn’t argue with you, but unfortunately, you were born too late. You have no chance at the throne.”

Despite being only ten, the girl who had already experienced various matters looked at Muria and then shook her head, understanding the implications in Muria’s words.

In this world, only the King needs not bow to anyone. To all others, even siblings, when facing the King, automatically fall into the category of followers.

“Impossible? That’s for you to say, for me, nothing is impossible,” Muria refuted the Older Princess’ words. His father, who liked sowing seeds, seemed to be in good health and could live for many more decades—a sufficient time for him to prove himself.

While speaking, Muria also slowly advanced towards the Older Princess.

“What do you intend to do?” The girl’s eyebrows furrowed as she saw Muria approaching.

“I just told you to get down on your own, but seeing how you look, it seems you are unwilling, so now I can only deign to throw you down myself,” he said.

“Heh, little brother, you are quite arrogant. Do you think we are like this waste who you could flip over with a single slap? But that doesn’t mean we will be,” the girl standing by the princess scoffed at Muria. She admitted that Muria’s natural talent was extraordinary, far superior to hers when she was his age.

However, the significant age gap between them meant a substantial difference in strength. In her mind, Muria was no match for her.

“Your Royal Blood should have awakened by now, right? Enough talk, let’s begin!” Muria said as his body also began to undergo a special transformation.

His body started to stretch slowly, becoming taller and more slender. This change in physique did not make him appear weak; rather, it endowed him with a sense of explosive power. Then, a swirling black and red Qi enveloped his body.

On his forehead, the pair of budding horns became sharper and more elongated. His face was marked with cracks that glowed with a red light, resembling boiling magma.

Seeing the transformation in Muria and the rise in temperature inside the tower due to his change, the faces of the four royal family members turned grave.

The oldest looking princess among them exhibited disbelief, the shocking scene in front of her causing her to lose control of her emotions and exclaim, “Your Royal Blood has awakened? How is that possible?”

The princess who had come to recruit Muria also had flames patterns appear on her face, and she gave her comrade a fierce glare. What are you screaming for? No matter how unbelievable, the fact is happening right before their eyes, and they have no choice but to accept it.

The princess who was glared at closed her mouth and also began to display her Initial Awakening of Royal Blood. Her transformation process was similar to Muria’s; her figure underwent slight changes, becoming more mature and perfect, while her body emitted an intense heat.

“Out to fight.” Seeing the royal siblings, who had also stirred their Royal Blood and were as well lifted from the ground with initial flying capabilities, Muria called out and then flew out of the tower first.

This fight was inevitable. If others sent minions to test him and he turned them down after beating them up, if he accepted their recruitment offer, everything would be fine. But he had refused, and for the sake of the beaten minion, the Older Princess naturally needed to beat him to reclaim their honor.

Seeing the departing Muria, the four royal family members, each at least three years older than Muria, exchanged glances and then chased after him.

Bang!

But just as they flew out, one of the royal family members was kicked in the face by Muria in a retaliatory strike. His body momentarily flew backwards and then crashed heavily onto the tower, sending small chunks of stone flying.

“Arnold, you’re asking for it!” The body that crashed onto the tower and was temporarily knocked unconscious, quickly wakened as it fell to the ground. He rushed at Muria with a face full of rage.

“Get out of my way, I’m going to break every bone in his body today.” Being a royal, getting kicked in the head was something he could not tolerate.

“Come at me all you want, you’re no match for me,” Muria said as he effortlessly caught the furious Older Prince’s fist and without any mercy, delivered an uppercut to his jaw. Tiny sparks flared where Muria struck.

…

Muria erupted in battle with the four half-siblings from different mothers, instantly drawing the attention of the royal family members below who were watching the departure ceremony.

Although the army’s departure ceremonies were infrequent, they were still visible every now and then. By contrast, a royal family brawl was even more attractive, especially one that looked like a four against one fight.

There were at least a hundred royal family members watching below, but none of them stepped forward to intervene. Fights like this were very common in their eyes.

For they were from the Gai Royal Family, born in a nation constantly at war with neighboring countries, battle was commonplace for them.