Chapter 61: Kin

"Miles, is this the demon dance troupe you trained for me?" Muria pointed to the succubi in the hall, dressed only in garments covering their vital parts, nearly naked. They moved seductively to the rhythm of enchanting music, dancing provocatively.

"Master, are you satisfied?" Miles asked with a composed smile. He had recently learned a piece of news: Muria, seemingly a pure Titan, was actually a hybrid, with half of his lineage being that of a golden dragon, and it was well-known that dragons harbored intense desires for female creatures.

"I feel nothing special; it's just mediocre," Muria leaned on the throne, propping his chin with one hand, boredly watching the vulgar dance below. Some things, once obtained, are just so, not as interesting as one might imagine.

"Uh..." Miles's smile froze on his face upon hearing Muria's response, not expecting that Muria would find such a lewd dance uninteresting.

"I'm not interested, but they seem quite enthused!" Muria said, amused, watching the three male red dragons and many giants in the hall.

The male red dragons, in human form, held the succubi gifted by Muria, their hands roaming over the succubi's voluptuous bodies, eyes fixated on the dancing succubi.

Not only the red dragons, but also the storm giants guarding the hall, along with leaders of cloud giants, mountain giants, tide giants, and others, were all staring intently at the succubi, breathing heavily.

Succubi, born from hell, naturally possessed enormous seductive power over all male beings, and their allure only multiplied when gathered.

"Hm?" Muria suddenly sat upright, sensing two familiar yet strange auras entering the Jade Palace, pausing briefly before heading straight for his hall.

"They're here." Muria's gaze sharpened towards the hall's entrance. The owners of the auras entered his Jade Palace as if it were unguarded; the patrolling giants were mere decorations to them.

"Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!" Heavy footsteps resounded in the hall. Whether it was the dancing succubi or the observing giants and red dragons, all eyes turned towards the entrance, feeling a formidable pressure emanating from outside.

This oppressive force, akin to that of Muria on his throne, was even stronger. The succubi ceased their dance, bodies trembling uncontrollably, the red dragons stopped toying with the succubi in their arms, reverting to their dragon forms, and the giants felt an urge to kneel.

"My kin!" Muria narrowed his eyes, assessing the two Titans who had entered the hall, and quickly realized what the familiar yet strange sensation was.

This was his first encounter with Titans other than his father. The familiarity was due to the Titan aura; the unfamiliarity came from never having seen them before. As for their unimpeded entry into the Jade Palace, well, which giant would dare block a Titan? Especially since these two Titans were not yet adults.

Indeed, the two entering Titans were both youthful, similar to Muria in size. One, a young male Titan, matched Muria in height, with black hair and golden eyes, his face sharp-cut, his physique robust.

The other was slightly unusual because she was a female Titan clad in light armor, yet her height nearly reached forty meters, far taller than Muria, her build slender and heroic, her aura compelling Miles to suppress his smile, his face serious.

"Are you Muria?" The Titan as tall as Muria asked, his golden pupils scanning everything in the hall, a smirk of disdain on his face.

"Yes." Muria stood, looking down on the two Titans due to the elevation of his throne.

"Then come with us!"

"Where to?"

"To our clan lands, for training," the young Titan stated succinctly.

"I won't go." With such an attitude, Muria naturally wouldn't be amiable, swiftly rejecting the offer.

"That's not for you to decide." The young Titan's eyes revealed an unmistakable intent to fight, "If you're unwilling, I'll beat you until you are."

"Beat me until I'm willing?" Muria laughed, showing a dazzling row of teeth, "Then try it!"

"Alright." The young Titan stepped forward without hesitation. Seeing the succubi in his path, intimidated by his presence, he waved his hand, creating a gust that swept all the succubi aside: "Clear out."

"All of you, out!" Muria commanded everyone in the hall, then turned to Miles at his feet: "You too, do not interfere with my fight."

"Master, even if I wanted to help, I couldn't!" Miles, rigid, watched the silently approaching female Titan, a drop of cold sweat falling from his forehead.

As the creatures in the hall began to retreat, Muria strode down from the ninth step to meet the young Titan, enveloped in thunder and wind, and then, both launched their punches simultaneously.

"Boom!" Fist met fist, and from the point of their collision, a ring-shaped shockwave swept across the hall, scattering the decorations.

"Shoot!" Muria smirked, finding the young Titan's strength comparable to his own, gaining no advantage. Both displayed similar prowess at the third gold tier.

"Muria, how well have you practiced the battle skills from our ancestral memories?" The young Titan, exhilarated, threw a punch.

"You'll see." Muria raised his hand, deploying a Titan martial skill without reservation, aiming a fierce punch at the young Titan's chiseled face.

"Smack!" The young Titan caught Muria's fist with a palm covered in wind blades, "Your punch lacks force! Try mine."

Using the same technique, the young Titan launched a punch at Muria, "Hmm...huh!" Muria also caught the young Titan's fist using a defensive skill, but couldn't help grunting in pain.

In a straightforward display of strength, neither gained the upper hand. However, when using Titan martial skills to amplify their power, Muria realized a disheartening fact: he was inferior to the young Titan in the mastery of these skills.

Muria struggled to counter the punches thrown by the young Titan using the same martial skills, while the young Titan easily deflected his attacks, handling them with ease.

"Boom!" "Bang!" "Crash!"... The two thirty-two-meter-tall young Titans, wrapped in golden lightning and hurricanes, continued to exchange blows in the hall, the aftermath of their battle leaving the place in ruins. Decorations were shattered, and the floor and walls were pitted and covered in debris.

"Muria, I've heard you're a hybrid of Titan and dragon. Now that you look purely like a Titan, where's your dragon blood? Let me see it!" The young Titan teased, believing he had the upper hand in the fight.

"..." Muria was silent. After the initial exchange of punches, the young Titan had consistently dominated the fight. If this continued, Muria faced his first defeat.

"Haha, Muria, is your dragon blood suppressed by our Titan blood, so much so that it doesn't show at all?" The young Titan mocked.

"Fine, you want to see? I'll show you!" A sense of defiance arose in Muria. Golden dragon flames ignited on his body, burning his tattered robe clean off.

Then, golden bone-like dragon scales began to emerge on his body, covering his toned and muscular form. Even his head was encased in a helmet shaped from dragon scales.

"What in the world is this?" The young Titan was dumbfounded as Muria transformed in the blink of an eye into a magnificent and domineering set of golden armor. He glanced down at his own light armor, momentarily baffled.

"Come on then." Muria's voice was altered slightly by the dragon-emblazoned faceplate covering his features.

"Clang!" The young Titan, hearing Muria's challenge, launched another attack, avoiding Muria's defenses and striking at the dragon scale armor on Muria's chest. The punch, however, only resulted in a metallic clang.

"So hard, it's not just for show." The young Titan retracted his slightly twitching hand, having blocked Muria's punch, "How do you fight this? It's as hard as the steel column mixed with mithril we used in training."

"Clang!" "Bang!" "Clash!"... The battle continued, and the destruction escalated. Several support columns of the hall were shattered, and the building started to sway, on the verge of collapse, but the two combatants didn't care.

Although they seemed fiercely engaged, the actual experience of the fight was frustrating for both.

Muria landed a punch on the young Titan, but of his full force, only about sixty percent impacted his opponent, with a portion of his power being deflected. This was an extremely dissatisfying feeling.

The young Titan had initially enjoyed the fight, but after Muria revealed his golden dragon armor, his punches felt like they were hitting a steel column reinforced with legendary metal.

Only by striking the same spot on Muria's dragon armor over ten times in quick succession could he manage to create a barely discernible crack, which frustratingly healed itself soon after. This made the young Titan's efforts feel particularly futile.

"This fight is awkward." The female Titan, watching from the side, observed the battle expressionlessly.

The young Titan's martial skills were superior to Muria's, but he couldn't breach the defense of Muria's dragon armor, while Muria, though less skilled, still managed to inflict some damage.

As things stood, Muria had the upper hand; the scales of victory were tilting in his favor. The defensive capability of his dragon armor was simply too overwhelming.