The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1175 Miyamoto Rabbit

The rabbit warrior's manner of speaking was too formal, which made Damian, a modern person, feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't pay much attention to it. It was Ben, who had come over to watch the fun, who spoke first.

"My God, buddy, you talk like a warrior."

“I am indeed a samurai.” The rabbit samurai bowed to the boisterous little boy. “My name is Miyamoto Rabbit. May I ask how you two should address me?”

“You can call me Ben, and this is my good friend Damian.”

Taking advantage of Damian's momentary lapse in attention, Ben put his arm around Damian's shoulder, acting like they were best buddies. Of course, if Damian hadn't immediately pulled away, Miyamoto Usagi might have believed it.

"You're really hurting my feelings."

Damian chose to ignore the accusations from the younger class and continued talking to Miyamoto Usagi.

"This isn't your first time participating in this competition, is it?"

“Yes.” Miyamoto Usagi nodded. “I participated in the competition once before, but unfortunately I didn’t make it to the end. After many years of training, I decided to participate in the competition again.”

"Whoosh!" Little Ban whistled. "Looks like you're determined to win this competition, but the champion of this year's competition can only be me!"

The little boy tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and pointed to himself with his right thumb. His confident expression clearly showed that he genuinely believed this.

“Your confidence is something I can learn from,” Miyamoto Usagi said gently. “It seems the match is already over.”

Just as Miyamoto Usagi said, there were no more stone slabs floating in the sky. The defeated contestants were teleported out of the arena, while the victorious contestants returned to the ground like Damian and the others.

"Congratulations, warriors!" The Supreme Daimyo stood in the stands, raising both hands. "Your valiant performance and the skills honed over the years have earned you passage through the first round of the competition."

"There are now twelve players left. The second match will be held at the same time tomorrow. The format will be the same as today: two players will face off until a winner is determined!"

"Now, enjoy your leisure time; it's what the victors deserve!"

"Boom!"

The Supreme Name struck the ground with his staff, and the contestants on the field were enveloped in a ball of blue light and disappeared without a trace, while the audience in the stands began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

"Alright everyone." The Supreme Name turned to look at Yang Le and the others. "The contestants who advanced have all been teleported to the main city to enjoy delicious food and wine. We shouldn't fall behind."

The Supreme Lord struck the ground once more, and everyone was teleported back to the same Japanese-style room. Unlike before, this time every table was laden with fine wine and delicacies.

"Child, please go and greet these warriors for me."

The Supreme Daimyo gave instructions to his son, the Supreme Ninja, who didn't say much, but simply bowed slightly and left the room.

"Come on, everyone, please sit down. Don't be shy." The Supreme Daimyo invited everyone to take their seats. "Eat as much as you like. Apart from countless samurai, I only have fine wine and delicacies here." "I just didn't expect, my old friend, that you weren't here to participate in the competition this time. I thought you were ready to win your second championship."

When asked by his old friend, Splinter simply shook his head.

"I am no longer young, Your Excellency. I originally planned to have my four children participate in the competition, but this competition is very important for Damian."

“I can participate in the competition anytime, but I can’t cause trouble for my child at a crucial moment, especially since I have an even more important task right now.”

"Oh?" The Supreme Lord was intrigued upon hearing this. "What more important task could there be something more important than gaining honor?"

“I’m currently nurturing this child,” Splinter said with a smile, pointing to Cassandra. “Cassandra is an exceptional child; her talent is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. If I can train Cassandra to become a grandmaster, my life will have been worthwhile.”

This further piqued the Supreme Lord's curiosity. He had never seen his cautious and courteous old friend give such an evaluation to anyone before. Even his four children only received comments like "not bad" or "too young."

Meanwhile, Cassandra, whom Splinter called an unparalleled genius, was sitting obediently next to Yang Le, waiting for her father to peel crabs for her.

Because Yang Le himself doesn't really like seafood, his family generally doesn't eat things that swim in the sea, since he's the head chef at home.

Cassandra grew up in the desert, a place whose connection to the sea dates back to ancient times. Therefore, although she knew about crabs, she had never eaten them.

Seeing his father holding a crab and not knowing where to start, Yang Le naturally took over the task. However, it was too troublesome to pry it open with his bare hands, so Yang Le transformed into a fierce tiger and used his claws to pry open the crab shells one by one.

"Oh? So Mr. Yang Le also possesses that amazing device?" the Supreme Name exclaimed in surprise. "It looks somewhat similar. Is it the same thing as the one the junior contestant had?"

“That’s right.” Yang Le nodded. “The device that Xiao Ban and I have is called Omnitrix. It’s a device that protects the genes of intelligent life in the universe. However, my device and Xiao Ban’s device are not from the same universe.”

“I am aware of that.” The Supreme Name nodded. “I have been considering adding more competitors from different universes to the Multiverse Martial Arts Tournament recently, and the junior class competitors are one such attempt.”

"Actually, the DC universe you mentioned was also within my consideration, but that barrier was indeed a difficult problem, so I had to give up."

“I don’t mean anything bad, but I think it would be better if you didn’t have any designs on that place,” Yang Le said earnestly.

The DC Universe may not have much else, but it has a lot of mental illnesses. Yang Le is genuinely afraid that the Supreme Name might send some terrible thing over, which would be troublesome.

Having lived for so many years, the Supreme Lord was naturally very shrewd. Although Yang Le did not explain, it did not prevent him from understanding that the other party was genuinely advising him.

As the saying goes, "He who listens to advice will eat his fill." Although the Supreme Emperor was an enlightened monarch, he was not so wise in domestic affairs, but he was never ambiguous in foreign affairs.

“Since Mr. Yang has said so, then I will give up.” The Supreme Lord raised his glass to toast Yang Le. “It’s just a pity that I can’t help you return to your hometown.”

"But if there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask. Don't feel embarrassed."

(End of this chapter)