The Gods Supremacy.

CHAPTER 7. Bound by the rules.

"Brothers, why do you like you‘ve just seen a ghost!” Scott asked teasingly.

This!

Marcus the eldest of the four wore a grin darkened face.

He couldn't understand how Scott managed to have survived the fall, and even emerged unscratched.

But right now was not the time to think about that.

He forced a constricting smile,” Oh, Junior brother, Scott. Could it had been.. you've seen wrongly? We were just admiring your handsome figure!”

The rest nodded along in approval.

"Yes, that's how it is."

“Oh, am I really that handsome?” Scott sneered and smiled handsomely.

“Of course you‘re.”

However, Selene found the conversation strange.

She knew the relationship between this brothers of hers.

Their relationship is something that‘s not so good.

While their characters is another story entirely.

What are this four up to !

She thought.

Just then!

Haskins, at first was attentive, he then ignored and smiled with a shook of his head.

"This kids.. they haven't grown up a bit."

Haskins cleared his throat and began with a simple word.

“Alright, you all settle down!”

The atmosphere became calm.

Even a slight drop of pin would be clearly heard if fallen.

“Do you all know the reason why I called this meeting?”

Everyone shook heads and looked forward with puzzled visions.

“Father, is there something important we need to know?” Marcus asked with curious gaze.

Everyone were as well curious, except for Scott.

He remained unmoved and unfazed.

Haskins Walker, brought out an ordinarily looking brown card.

Though this card looks quite ordinary, there was a stamped on it, that indicated not simple.

“Do you all know what this is?” Haskins asked.

Just with this question of his, eyes were instantly glued to the card, piquing a lot of interest.

“It’s an invitation card.” Marcus bewildered, confirmed his curiosity.

Selene however upon closer study of the card, shook her head.”No, this not just any card, this stamp on it, seem exclusive. There‘s even a dragon shape emblem.”

Thrilled!

An exciting thought, took over her,”This... Father, could this be the exclusive Peerless Dragon Heart Tournament invitation card?”

She shouted excitedly.

Haskins nodded enthusiastically.

" You figured it out.” Haskins said with a chuckling.

Silence!

A look of shock hit everyone's heart.

They couldn’t believe their ears.

Did they hear it clearly or was it just something they created from illusion.

However, their heads were cleared.

This was no illusion.

Many sort to get this card, but couldn’t.

To be able to get one must be an heaven stroke of luck.

Which mean, it was 95% impossible for the Walkers to.

This was also a once in a century tournament. A legacy, passed down by the founders of Dragonian kingdom.

This tournament was said to be hosted by a certain group of masters, known as the Draconic masters.

This master were formidable expert on their field, with unfathomable power.

Just one of this master power was terrifying enough to rival Mooresville village powerhouses and emerge unscratched.

There‘s also one more thing to note!

Not only was the tournament hosted in Mooresville, but also throughout the whole Kingdom of Dragonian.

Anyone able to obtain a card, has the right to participate in the tournament. However the tournament is only exclusive to the young, under 20s.

“I believe I don’t need to explain any further? You’ll all participate in the tournament and I believe you‘ll perform well.” He said with a certain doubt in his mind.

He very well knew, this was just a chase of fantasy.

He knew the strength of his family, his children were even far worse.

The Walkers were also the lowest family in Mooresville.

Yet, they dared participate in a fight filled with power houses.

Wasn’t that, plainly seeking death!

He knew they couldn’t achieve a single victory in the upcoming tournament but something was for sure.

Making it on the list of participants, is already something to be proud of.

Haskins was yet still basking on this thought when--

Bang!

...

A commotion broke out from outside.

The Walkers family gate was forcefully kicked opened.

Alerting the Walker’s family.

Figures appeared from the Walker’s manor.

Their senses alert, their gazes wary of the unwanted guest.

However, they held a firm stance.

Haskins frowned upon seeing who it was.

“ Haskins, I heard you were able to obtain the Peerless Dragon Tournament card! I also heard, your children are only at the first and second level of the Foundation establishment realm?”

A tacky middle aged man walked in with a group of people.

Beside him, Four Youngmaster with airs of wickedness and arrogance walked alongside.

However!

At the sight of the Four despicable brothers, they snuggled a mocking smile.

The Tacky middle aged man smiled and laughed lightly.

He was Patrick, Patrick Walker. He was Haskins Younger brother.

But they weren‘t that too close.

Haskins frowned..

It thus seemed news of him obtaining the invite had already gotten to the ears of his despicable brother, Patrick.

However Patrick laughed on and continued with his sarcastic remarked.

“ Haskins, since your children level of cultivating is too low. Don't you think it'll be a waste to let them participate in the upcoming tournament? I think it’s better to just hand this opportunity to my children here! They‘re suitable for the task?”

The Four brothers eyes turned red.

Patrick, shamelessly proclaimed proudly,” You and I both know, this is the best option. My sons here, are at the third level of foundation establishment realm. The eldest about to break through to the third level. And we both know, if they were to face off. Your kids wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Patrick scoffed arrogantly.

Haskins heart ached, Patrick had touched his reverse scale.

“Damnit.. Do you take me for a fool!”

He secretly bite down hard and glared furiously at Patrick.

Patrick might be his brother, but they were not of same Father.

Patrick and Haskins were grandsons of an extended family. And could be said to be cousins.

Their relationship was rocky at best.

“Haskins, you don’t have a say in this matter!"

" Wouldn’t the family name be mocked if you allow your pitiful children to participate.” He sneered.

“You should remember, the family isn‘t run by you alone. As long as you still carried the essence of the Walkers. You‘re still bound by the rules.” Patrick added.

Haskins grinned with anger.

“Is that so.. don’t also forget. I‘m the leader of the family here. I might not be as strong as I once was, but I can clearly take on an insignificant specimen as you!

Haskins calmly responded with a hint of threat and affirmative.

“Hah.. I’m scared.” Patrick, scoffed and said with a peculiar smug.

“You may be the head, but do you dare say you‘re strong enough to defend the title?”

“How dare you..”

Haskins was totally enraged, but he was also helpless.

He knew, he was no match against Patrick.

Patrick also knew this.

The more reason he had always picked on Haskins.

“ Do you dare to bet with me?” Patrick said.

Haskins frowned.

“What tricks are you up to now?”

“ Tricks.. no you can’t call it that.”

“The bet is quite simple. Infront of everyone here, let make it official.”

“Both our son‘s will have a spar, the last family standing wins.”

“The winner can then demand for two things, which must be given, no matter the cost?"

“Do you dare accept?” Patrick smiled triumphantly.

What scheming act. He very well knew what Patrick aim was.

He then thought again, and smiled.

“Fine, I accept.”

Patrick, eyes revealed a visible surprised, he was stiff stunned, he didn’t expect Haskins to accept so easily.

"Why would he accept so easily?"

"Did he have an haste up his sleeve?"

"No, I don't think so.."

"He must have lost all hope and completely gave up."

Allowing his sons to fight was just a way of saving a little face.

Patrick thoughts..

Haha..

He puffed out his chest and laughed out loud.

“Good.”

...

In the next moment.

An arrogant brat stepped onto the platform and shouted atop his voice.

"I'll take the first match.. who among you weaklings is brave enough to come forth, I'll welcome you with both hands." He grinned, imposing his will.

The arrogant brat was known as, Elias Patrick Walker. Patrick last born.

And he seemed very confident in his own strength.

"Well, congrats.. your opponent is me."

There was enough space.

People stood by and watched.

The sun scorned down beautifully.

Yet everyone seemed to ignore the taunting of the sun's torment.

Their gazes excitedly drawn to the two warriors on stage.

Thrilled!

No one wanted to miss out on the battle.

The one facing Patrick last born, Elias, was non other than, Desmond.

The weakest of the Four despicable brothers.

Yes, Desmond.

"Hmph.. let see what you got." Said Elias.

"Too impatient." Desmond smirked.

The two stared sternly into each other’s eyes.

The next moment!

They charged at each other with loud roar..

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