Martial Arts Worlds
Chapter 482 - 482: Tier Four Bumpkin

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sounds of fighting reverberated from the television's speakers in the Hunter household, and a dark blue-furred furball heard the sound.

Fen snuck downstairs, saw the two men sitting on the couch, and enjoyed the showmatch.

"Yip…"

Fen hopped on top of a bookshelf, laid down, and watched the screen with wide eyes, completely engrossed in the action.

"Martial abilities sure are interesting. I wonder what kind of Martial Ability I'll get in the future, but of course, I must reach Martial King first."

Julian thought out loud.

"Mm, indeed…"

Karma sighed.

Now that his martial soul had been revived from its shelled state, he was standing at the High Stage of Martial Grandmaster.

So close to the revered Martial King rank, but that single jump from Martial Grandmaster to Martial King was a leap that seemed impossible to overcome.

'I'm long past the Age of Growth, and I've heard that if you cannot reach Martial King during the Age of Growth, you'll never do it.'

Karma sighed.

"If you're more interested in those Martial Abilities, I am sure I have an encyclopedia of abilities somewhere.

"All professional martial artists, and those of deceased martial artists, have left all their knowledge about their abilities in those pages.

"It can be an interesting read."

He said.

"Oh? Where!"

Julian asked excitedly.

"In my room. I have some boxes under my bed, and I am sure it is in one of them—try to find a book called 'Martial Ability Encyclopedia'."

Karma said.

"I'll go check it once the showmatch is over."

Julian said, but at that moment, a thunderous bell resounded throughout God City's stadium, signaling the end of the showmatch.

The showmatch left the fake city in ruins, and some of the fighters looked pretty winded—they fought without stopping for close to half an hour.

"It's over? I thought they would fight till only one person was standing."

Julian said.

"If they did that, the showmatch would last the entire night. These fighters are used to long endurance fights, and that's why the World Fighting League added a time limit to shorten the matches.

"They're also still preparing for the upcoming World Fighting League season, so they couldn't possibly fight till injured for a mere show match."

Karma said.

"Why did they accept to participate in the showmatch then?"

Julian asked.

"It's good publicity, of course. They put on a proper show, and many young ones are watching the Junior Martial Arts Championship, as people close to their age are participating.

"The graphs say that the younger ones watch the Junior Martial Arts Championship more than the actual World Championships, so since the World Fighting League is relying on the younger generation, they have started investing more in the Junior Martial Arts Championship."

Karma said.

"That makes sense… Well, I'll go find the encyclopedia now. The ceremony is pretty much over, right?"

"Yes, it is over. The event properly starts tomorrow."

Karma said, and nervously rubbed his hands together—tomorrow was a big day—it was the start of his son's most important week of his life.

'Rock and roll, son…'

…

Within the God City's stadium, inside the fighters lounge, the hundreds of representatives watched the final moments of the ceremony.

"That showmatch was insane."

"We will be participating in front of all those people… I can't handle this nervousness. I must go puke!"

"Ahh, I already want to fight. I hate waiting!"

Kiernan sat on the bench, watching the final moments of the ceremony through the television, and watched as some of the representatives looked to be freaking out.

They were pacing back and forth—some were biting their nails—but there were also people like him who were calm and collected.

He only paid attention to those who seemed to be keeping their cool—they were the ones that seemed dangerous.

However, at that moment, a figure stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the lounge, and shadow suddenly enveloped him.

"Oi, oi… Look who we have here…."

Zeus looked down at Kiernan, a rising smile on his face and pompous arrogance in his eyes.

"…Who?"

Kiernan raised an eyebrow.

"We've met before. Nightingale, remember?"

Zeus said and ran his finger across his jawline as if he were sharpening it like a sword.

"…I do remember you now. Nevaeh's son, right? And also… the number two on the Game, Zeus Abracadabra."

Kiernan said with a hint of recognition dawning in his eyes.

"Hahaha, number two…"

Zeus laughed, but clearly unamused, and then said.

"How did you do your time? You cheated, didn't you? Because your time is simply not possible~"

"It is very much possible."

Kiernan said, and stood up, fixing his gaze on Zeus.

"Sit back down!"

Zeus pressed his foot at Kiernan's chest and pushed him down to the bench, then he leaned forward to almost make their noses touch.

"You are not leaving until I say so."

"…Watch yourself."

Kiernan grabbed Zeus' throat and stabbed his thumb close to his eye—it didn't quite reach the eye, but it was very close to piercing through.

"Didn't you read the small print? If we fight outside the events, we'll both get disqualified. Do you want that, number two?"

Kiernan asked coldly.

"Hahaha… I don't give a fuck about this championship, so by the sounds of it, you have more to lose. I don't mind making you disqualify, haha!"

Zeus grinned mischievously and pressed his foot harder against Kiernan's chest—it was as if he wanted to crush his chest.

The surrounding representatives sensed that something was going on between the two of them, so they quickly distanced themselves from the scene.

Eyes of curious bystanders looked over.

"Do you want to hear a secret about how I did my time?"

Kiernan asked with a twitching eyebrow of pain as he felt his chest hurt like hell.

"…So there is a secret. Tell me."

Zeus said.

"Sure… I'll whisper to you."

Kiernan said, then moved his head forward and butted Zeus in the face, pushing him off—it was a cheap shot, but Kiernan didn't care.

"Argh…"

Zeus stumbled backwards, wiped the blood off his nose, and looked at Kiernan with his already red eyes.

"There is no secret, bitch. Just get good."

Kiernan said, brushed past him, and started walking away.

"Hahahaha…"

Zeus laughed and pointed at his retreating self.

"Very good, Kiernan. Hahahaha! I don't mind beating your fucking ass in front of live television. You hear me, Kiernan? I'm going to make you my bitch!"

"Ptui…"

Kiernan spat on the ground and left the lounge behind.

"…Heh, interesting."

In the corner of the lounge, Sun Jupiter smiled to himself and combed his sun-colored hair back to show his wide forehead.

"Why would Zeus pay attention to some tier four bumpkin?"

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