King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 392 - 392 387 Half Set of Armor

Chapter 392: Chapter 387: Half Set of Armor Chapter 392: Chapter 387: Half Set of Armor “Boom!” The golden knight and the crimson Giant Dragon clashed fiercely again, dragon blood splashing everywhere, making Muria wince.

It wasn’t because he felt sorry for Klaeste, who was cut and wounded, or Leon, who was buried in the walls. It was for the dragons’ blood scattered on the ground. These were high-level alchemy materials, a terrible waste.

“Eino.” Muria called out to the Tower Spirit of the Mage Tower.

“Prince Muria!” The energy form of the erudite middle-aged mage materialized beside Muria.

“Keep in mind, next time they fight, remember to collect the dragon blood spilled in battle, otherwise it gets wasted.”

The Tower Spirit Eino, who had developed its complete emotional wisdom, paused for some reason before bowing his head and replied, “Yes, sir.”

“That’s enough, stop fighting.” Seeing Leon, who had barely escaped from the wall and was ready to dash back into the fray, Muria quickly called a halt. Leon’s combative aura of red fighting Qi had faded almost invisibly. Despite this, he pressed on with the fight. In a one-to-one situation, Humans will never be able to compete with Dragons by sheer exhaustion.

At Muria’s shout, Leon, completely exhausted, immediately seized the opportunity to withdraw his Demon Slayer Armor with relief. The pieces of armor on his body turned into streaks of light and disappeared into the Greatsword in his hand, turning the Greatsword itself into an unimpressive Long Sword.

“Leon, can I have a look at your sword?” Muria asked with a chin stroke, feeling an inexplicable familiarity with this sword.

“A Demon Hunter’s sword will never be in anyone else’s hands until his death,” said Leon, sheathing his Long Sword and, panting heavily, walking towards Muria.

“Oh well, if you say so…” Rejected, Muria did not get upset. After pondering for a moment, he pulled out a rust-speckled short sword, no more than half a meter long, from his Storage Ring. This was something he had whimsically swiped from the vault of the Golden Dragon Mother.

“Demon Hunter Armor!” Before Muria could speak, the sword at Leon’s waist exclaimed in a mixture of surprise, ecstasy, and regret, “Sadly, it’s only half.”

“I think you’re called Zaluba.” Hearing that metallic voice, Muria showed a look of surprise, throwing up the less than two meters long short sword in his hand, which looked like a simple dagger.

“Is this sword like you and can it be used to don armor and become a Demon Hunter? How come it doesn’t talk like you do?”

“That’s right, it is like me, but it is incomplete, only half of it is here, where’s the other half?”

“When I found it, there was only one.”

“Then it’s just a sturdy short sword now, it cannot summon the Demon Slayer Armor unless you find the other one.”

“It depends on luck.” Muria shook his head. Where could he find the other half of this short sword that, apart from being hard, had no other notable features? Even the difficulty of finding a needle in a haystack was an understatement.

“Hmm!” Zaluba agreed and then fell silent.

“Leon, stop staring. You already have one set of armor; you can’t wear a second set.” Having figured out what the short sword—brought out from Golden Dragon Mother’s treasure vault—actually was, Muria quickly put it away.

“Prince Muria, this is human armor.”

“But you have lost it, and it is now in my hands. If you want it back, you will have to pay a price.” Muria said with a smile. The Demon Hunter Armor in many ways is not inferior to a Divine Artifact. Or rather, in the human heart, it is a Divine Artifact.

“What kind of price?” Leon asked curiously.

“Do you really want it?”

“Yes.” The red-haired youth nodded firmly.

“Fine then. I’ll give you a chance. Take part in the competition I’ll be hosting. If you win the first prize, I’ll reward you with this sword. How does that sound?” Muria smilingly revealed his purpose for visiting the place: he intended to have this young Demon Hunter represent him in the competition. Otherwise, it didn’t make sense for him to just fight dragons daily inside the Semi-plane.

“Compete?” Leon asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Yes, I am currently serving as the…” Muria simply described his past experiences—the ones after his arrival on the Nocchio Subcontinent—to Demon Hunter Leon, who had been isolated in the Semi-plane and was oblivious about everything else. The five-coloured dragons listening on by their side were baffled.

“So you want me to compete on your behalf?”

“Yes.”

“Why do I need to compete?”

In the competition I’m hosting, there will inevitably be many nobles who participated. Every Great Noble will send representatives.” Muria rubbed his forehead, somewhat troubled.

“Theoretically, the royal family should also send representatives to the competition. However, the only person currently left in the royal main sequence is Princess Remilia, who is less than ten years old. With no other successors, I’m the one who has to send people to compete.”

“So you chose me?”

“Of course, among my subordinates, who is more suited to compete than you?”

“Besides the main line, isn’t there also a royal branch? Can’t they send people to fight?” The Demon Hunter who was already tempted curiously asked.

“King Belradin preferred to make me the regency duke rather than those fighting branches. It tells a lot.” Muria patted the shoulder of the red-haired youth, “Those royal branches are unreliable; they can’t let them gain fame through the competition.”

“I see, I’m in.” With confidence shining in his eyes, the red-haired youth Leon declared, “I will definitely win the first prize.”

“Don’t be too proud, Leon.” Muria cautioned the young man, “Your opponents are humans. Without your Demon Slayer Armor, can you really defeat all the geniuses of an entire kingdom?”

“Who among the geniuses of Lockman Kingdom fights dragons daily, as I do?” The young Demon Hunter’s eyes were filled with confidence. He felt confident in beating any peer.

“When you can take off your armor and still fight Klaeste as you did just now, then you can talk as such.” Muria smiled. Youthful vigor was so usual among young people. It would not have been normal if one was calm in both joy and grief, were indifferent to everything, like a little old man.

“Without the armor, it’s impossible.” Leon replied, furrowing his brows. The inherent gap between humans and dragons was so vast; how could one make up for it without relying on an external force?

“I happen to know a human who has the power to slay dragons single-handedly with just a sword.” Muria said with a smile, reminiscing about his own swordsman mentor.

“The First Sword Saint, Sir Ron?”

“Yes.”

“Impossible. Among the hundreds of billions of human beings, in thousands of years, only one Sword Saint Ron has appeared.”

“Don’t tell me about impossibility; I know that everything is possible. How do you know you can’t become the second Sword Saint Ron if you don’t even try?”