King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 982 - 982 970 Cyrils Trash

Chapter 982: Chapter 970: Cyril’s Trash Chapter 982: Chapter 970: Cyril’s Trash “Hmm, still not perfect!”

Muria inspected his own body. He could “see” an endless Dark Void in his abdomen, within which a vast expanse of pure White Clouds raged, a Qi Wheel slowly rotating in their midst, casting a faint white Light.

These were the results Muria had achieved after a night of cultivation. Of course, these Clouds and the Qi Wheel were not crafted overnight from nothing; they were the transformation of twelve years of accumulation since birth through the “All Heavens Constellation Path,” which is what he saw now.

“Although ‘All Heavens Constellation Path’ should be considered the culmination of the Martial Arts system in the Star Armor World, it still has many imperfections!”

Muria furrowed his brows. His Identity had changed from a pioneer who blazed trails through hardship to a beneficiary of the grand and established paths laid out by his predecessors.

However, because of his vision that far surpassed that of this world, he still found the grand avenues created by the Humans of this world to be neither wide nor smooth enough.

“I need more Martial Arts scriptures to perfect my cultivation method,” Muria thought to himself.

Without the instigation of the Golden Dragon Mother, his heart had already been set upon learning about the declined Extraordinary systems of the Star Armor World. After all, the stronger a Martial Artist becomes, the less they rely on the external world compared to a Star Armor Master.

Although he intended to become a Martial Artist, that didn’t mean he planned to give up on the path of the Star Armor Master. Indeed, compared to the Golden Dragon Mother, his compatibility with controlling Stars was modest, yet it was still worth practicing.

After all, a 64.68% compatibility with Star control far surpassed his Father Ansol’s mere 3%; with such Talent, it would truly be unnecessary for his father to bother practicing.

“Time for class!” Muria, still spirited after a night of hard work, glanced outside the window, then started to tidy up his clothes, preparing to head to class.

…

“After a period of acclimatization and cultivation, you all can now don the Star armor. So starting today, we will proceed with combat Training!”

Under the guidance of a tall, vivacious young female Teacher, the fifty students of the Star Youth class arrived at a spacious Training Ground.

“Because you’ve just put on your Star armors, we will not be arranging Different Species as your sparring partners for the time being,” the young female Teacher said, dressed in a snug-fitting battle suit that highlighted her perfect figure, but her face bore a mischievous smile.

“What? Combat training with those bloodthirsty Monsters that eat humans?”

“Are you joking? I came here to learn, not to go to a battlefield.”

“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear the Teacher say it’s for later? She didn’t say it’s for now.”

… Hearing the female teacher’s words, the Children, still far from adulthood, suddenly became noisy, fear evident on most of their faces.

Through the course over this period, particularly the unconventional live lessons by the Different Species class Teacher Havel, these students had gained a rough understanding of Different Species.

“Quiet down, anyone who dares to keep making noise will have to fight a Different Species right now!” The Teacher, teasing these youngsters in her heart, sharply reprimanded them, and the spacious Training Ground immediately quieted down.

“Look at yourselves! People outside say you are the elite of Xiril Academy, but I see you as nothing but a disgrace to Humanity!

The more you fear battling Different Species, the faster you die. I’ll tell you this, once you’re in, don’t think of getting out. The Academy’s gates are welded shut to you, and no one can escape.

Each of you will fight Different Species in the future. Let’s be frank; I have five death slots in my hand. So do you understand what I mean?”

The teacher, with an affinity for cruel humor, took pleasure in watching the expressions of these youngsters, finding much joy in life that must be diligently unearthed.

“Do you have something to say, young master of the Douglas clan?” At that moment, the Teacher’s gaze sharpened as she saw a young man with black hair standing in the front row, raising his hand.

“I’d like to know, when can we start the Different Species combat class?” Muria asked. Apart from that one attack when he was a child, and the Different Species classes at the Academy, he had not seen any other non-human creatures.

Naturally, this was mostly due to his lifestyle of traveling between just two points. His home was in a well-known affluent area, and the Academy was the best—needless to say, the security at both places was self-evident.

“Why do you ask that?” the irreverent female Teacher squinted her eyes, scrutinizing the tall-young-man standing before her.

“I’d like to try and see how much effort it would take for me to kill one if I encountered a Different Species!”

“Hey, no wonder you’re the young master of the Douglas family. Your thinking is completely different from ordinary people.”

“I am just an ordinary member, not any young master.” Muria corrected her statement.

“To someone like me, it doesn’t make any difference. You’re both big figures that I have to look up to.” The female teacher chuckled, but her words were laced with cynicism and irreverence.

“Alright, enough with the small talk. The combat class officially begins now. Your first opponents will be your own classmates. Feel free to find a partner and pair up in twos.”

As soon as the female teacher’s voice fell, Muria noticed a gaze filled with intense battle intent landing on him. Following the gaze, he immediately saw a girl with hair like burning flames excitedly looking at him, his neighbor, Hillman.

“Jelos, be my opponent!”

“Are you sure?” Muria raised an eyebrow.

“Are you afraid?” The girl held her head high with pride. Whenever she looked at someone, they all avoided her gaze unconsciously, because she had the highest compatibility in this class and in the hearts of all the students, she was the unequivocal strongest one.

“No, you’re a girl. I’m just worried that if I beat you up too badly, it will be hard for you to save face.”

“Heh!” Hearing Muria’s words, Hillman burst into laughter out of anger. She reached out her hand, and the academy-issued Star Armor quickly flew towards her from afar before settling onto her body like swallows returning to the nest, completing the armoring process.

“Jenos, put on your Star Armor. I hope when I beat you to the ground later, and you can’t even get up, you can still be so cocky.”

“You’re asking for it!” Muria shook his head and also gestured with his hand. The Star Armor box placed on the edge of the training ground suddenly opened, and then the five simple pieces of Star Armor flew out towards him.

Watching Star Armor Masters arm their Star Armor was a very cool and visually appealing process, perfect for showing off. Unfortunately, the Star Armors issued to the students were too rudimentary, not even able to fully cover their bodies, which significantly reduced their visual appeal.

“Ready or not, I’m coming for you!” Muria, now armored, smiled at the red-haired girl opposite him.

“No need for the heads-up!” Upon hearing Muria’s words, the girl let out a furious cry. The components of her Star Armor emitted a faint glow as she charged toward Muria with wrath, moving so fast she left afterimages visible to the normal eye.

“Too many openings!” Muria watched the girl attacking him and shook his head slightly. He had no interest in fighting with such a child; it was a waste of time.

“Bang!”

The punch wrapped in Star Armor landed on the girl’s unprotected, soft abdomen.

Without any defense, the girl whose abdomen was struck let out a sound of retching and vomited a mouthful of sour liquid, tears sparkling at the corners of her eyes due to the pain.

“When did he get close to me?” The girl, who instinctively curled up after being punched in the stomach, thought to herself in confusion. She had not noticed how Muria had gotten so close to her.

“Being distracted during a battle is a big taboo!” The girl, curling up in pain, suddenly heard a voice that was somewhat mellow, then felt her arm get gripped. Her body was then forced against a strong figure, and the world spun around her.

“Mmm!” The sharp pain from her back made the girl groan in agony. She realized what had just happened—that bastard had thrown her over his shoulder without any regard for chivalry.

“You…” The girl lying on the ground looked up at Muria, who towered above her, her eyes filled with anger and embarrassment. Did this guy have some problem with his sexual orientation? Or did she not look good enough that he had no idea how to hold back?

“What’s the matter? Not satisfied? If you’re not, then get up and fight me again. I’ll keep going until you admit defeat.” Muria looked down at the girl who had been quickly taken down by him and uttered the quintessential words of a straightforward man.

Hearing Muria’s words, the students who had stopped their practice to watch after seeing him take down the top student of the grade in two moves exchanged glances and then looked at Muria as if he were a monster.

“Jelos, from a warrior’s perspective, I must compliment you; you did very well!” At this moment, the female teacher who had also witnessed the fight approached and appraised Muria with an inscrutable gaze.

“But from a woman’s perspective, I have to say, you’re scum. You’re the dregs of Cyril. How could you be so harsh on such a beautiful girl?”

“I was so harsh because I wanted Hillman to understand the gap between her and me, to stop her from bothering me all the time. My schedule is very tight, and I don’t have the time to entertain her.” Muria explained his actions, and the looks from the surrounding students and teacher toward him grew even odder.

…After the combat class was over, Muria’s name, along with the moniker ‘The Dregs of Cyril,’ started to spread rapidly throughout the academy. Muria couldn’t have cared less. Instead, he casually made a call to a number.