King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 998 - 998 985 Want Me to Be a Stepping Stone

Chapter 998: Chapter 985: Want Me to Be a Stepping Stone? Chapter 998: Chapter 985: Want Me to Be a Stepping Stone? When the white light pillar dissipated in the sky, its target finally became visible as it fell from the sky—a barely human-shaped blur of black.

As this black mass plummeted from the skies, four irregularly shaped metallic objects, emitting black smoke and appearing molten, also fell.

Clang! Crack!

The figure shrouded in black smoke crashed onto the hard stones of the Arena, making a considerable noise. The impact of the fall from such a height caused the already severely injured figure to twitch in agony.

This incident immediately drew the attention of some spectators to the stands where the Douglas family butlers were sitting, as it was customary for butlers to catch those knocked from the sky to prevent further injury.

“Cough!”

Realizing his negligence, one of the butlers abruptly coughed to rouse the others, who were deep in thought.

“Forget about it—the fight’s over. We’ve failed in our duty this time.”

“It’s not our fault. Who would have thought that the information His Excellency disclosed was so shocking?” The butler glanced away awkwardly as he looked at Hain, who had fallen to the ground.

“No harm done. I saw his fingers still moving. The guy isn’t dead yet. He can be saved once we get him to the hospital.”

“Right, medical staff has already entered the arena. It’s out of our hands now. Let’s go and report today’s events to the elders.”

Afterwards, the butlers left the arena under the watchful gaze of the younger Clan Members.

“So it’s finally over,” Muria observed as medical staff entered the scene. He then turned and left as well.

As Muria departed, a slightly overweight middle-aged man in the stands continued to stare at his retreating figure, his eyes filled with contemplation.

“If I remember correctly, Haiying’s adaptability is 71.54%, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” replied the Female Secretary next to the middle-aged man after swiping on her tablet.

“An almost 10% difference in adaptability, yet Jelos still defeated him with a single punch! My son must have had quite the adventures over these years to achieve such a feat. Too bad, he’s a Martial Artist.”

“But now with such a victory, if Daisy can similarly crush him, she should be able to gain an even higher standing in the Clan.”

Aux Douglas murmured softly, fantasizing about how much he could benefit from his daughter’s further ascendance in the Clan status.

“However, sir, I must remind you that with Young Master Jelos’s current combat power, Miss Desley will not have an easy time defeating him. To win, she’ll have to fight an extremely tough battle, and there’s even the possibility of defeat.”

“You’re too young. Who told you that the outcome of a battle must be decided in the Arena? The victory can be decided outside the Arena as well,” said Aux with a look of nonchalance and control.

“Are you suggesting that Young Master Jelos deliberately lose to Miss Daisy? That seems unlikely, especially after what you’ve said before…”

“Nothing’s impossible. No matter what, I am his Father. When did a son ever not listen to his Father?” Aux expressed with an air of unconcern,

“And I’m doing it for his own good. Daisy’s adaptability exceeds 80%. In both the Clan and the Federation, she’s destined to be a big figure of great importance,

And what about Jenos? What Talent does he have? He barely passed the Clan’s minimum standard. In the future, his sister will achieve accomplishments he could never dream of.

If he sacrifices a bit now, boosting Daisy’s prestige and becoming a stepping stone for her, she will remember his favor. Once Daisy has made a name for herself, she only has to lend him a hand, and the benefits he receives will be enough to last him a lifetime.

Though I was not present for Jelos’s growth, I am convinced that Jenos will make the smartest decision. A little hardship now will yield endless benefits for a lifetime.”

“But before you do this, sir, you might need to have a little chat with Miss Desley first!”

“I’ll handle it. Don’t worry about it.”

…

“Miss Daisy, your Father has come. He says he wants to discuss some matters with you!” Green-haired Ann entered a clean and tidy study room, promptly reporting to the long, dark-haired girl engrossed in a book.

“Don’t see him. Just say I’m not here,” Daisy replied immediately, her face showing clear disgust. She looked up at her Follower,

“Do I need to repeat myself? Whenever you see my Father looking for me, just say I’m not here. I don’t want to see him.”

“But he said it’s very important and could affect your status in the Clan.”

“Ha, tell him to get lost!” Daisy recalled all her Father had done when she was a child and showed visible annoyance. “Every time he seeks me out, he’s just trying to use me to his own advantage.”

“Understood.”

Moments later, the rotund middle-aged man, ignoring the pulling from the Maids behind him, barged into Daisy’s study, then displayed an ‘I knew it’ expression,

“Daisy, I knew you would be here. We’re Family; I know you better than anyone else.”

“You have three seconds to disappear from my sight.” Seeing her Father’s increasingly paunchy, greasy face, Daisy drew a weapon and aimed it at him, her expression utterly indifferent.

“I am your father, and yet you point a gun at me.”

“Three!”

“I don’t believe you’d really dare to shoot.”

“Two!” Daisy’s voice grew firmer.

“Alright, alright, I meant no harm this time, I merely came to deliver a challenge letter,” Aux, seeing his daughter seemingly ready to pull the trigger, quickly pulled a letter from the pocket of his shirt, hastily explaining his purpose,

“This is a challenge letter from your brother, Jelos Douglas, asking you to engage in an all-out battle with him three days from now at the Arena number two.”

“Place the challenge letter down and get out, now.”

“Fine, I’ll go, just put the gun away, be careful it doesn’t go off.” Aux gave a sheepish smile as he placed the letter on the desk, then left the study.

…

“Miss Desley, your brother really is arrogant. After winning one battle, he’s come to challenge you straight away,” Anna opened the letter to read the contents of the challenge within the study, her face growing more livid as she read.

“Does reading it make you angrier?” Following her indignant follower, Desley asked with an impassive face.

“Yes! Yes!” Anna nodded, “Miss, in three days, you have to beat your arrogant brother until he’s black and blue, send him to the hospital, and make sure he can’t get up for three months.”

“Are you really that naive or just pretending?” Hearing Anna’s words, Desley paused for a moment, then looked up at her with an expression reserved for fools,

“Is something the matter?”

“Haven’t you already seen the information on my elder brother? When he was three, Aux divorced his mother because of my birth and then married my mother.

Because of such a reason, I can understand my brother’s resentment and his challenge to me. But for this challenge letter to be delivered by my father, that I cannot understand.”

“So Miss, you mean to say that the challenge letter is a forgery by your father.”

“What else?”

“Then what should we do?”

“Report to the clan elders, accuse him of intentionally instigating and splitting relations among clan members.”

“Eh, if this accusation holds true, the clan would directly banish him.”

“Yes, that would be for the best.”

…

“Young Master Jelos, there is a man outside claiming to be your father, asking to see you.”

“Hmm, let him in!” Muria, sitting cross-legged three feet above the ground, engrossed in his qi cultivation, spoke mildly.

Soon, a somewhat familiar middle-aged man, accompanied by a woman dressed in a smart suit, entered Muria’s room under the guidance of a little handmaid.

“I see you’re cultivating. It seems I’ve come at a bad time, did I disturb you?” Aux looked at Muria, levitated by the force of pure white qi, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

“If you have something to say, say it!” Muria opened his eyes.

“Ah,” Aux, who had intended to chat with Muria to lighten the mood, awkwardly rubbed his hands together and decided to state his business directly,

“Here’s the thing, I want you to have a fight with your sister Desley in three days’ time!”

“Hmm.” Muria’s face showed no change.

“In this fight, your sister will go all out, while you should hold back most of your strength. After your sister initiates the attack, within ten rounds, you must appear to be losing, and fall to the ground with serious injuries.”

“You came to me just for this?” Muria spoke as calmly as before, his face devoid of any anger.

“Cough, of course not, I also wanted to catch up with you about your experiences over the years, see if there’s anything you need.” Aux appraised Muria’s reaction, then said with a smile.

“I understand, you may leave now.” Muria closed his eyes again, uninterested in wasting any more time.

“It seems you understand my intention. Truly my son, you know the times.” Aux laughed, then turned his head to the little maid who led him in. His eyes landed on her white wings, scrutinizing her delicate face with a fiery gaze, “Is this the Native species you adopted? How about giving her to me? I could use another maid.”

Boom!

Upon hearing this, Muria’s eyes snapped open, and a tumultuous surge of qi, like a flood breaching a dam, burst forth from his body…