"Congratulations, Young Master Jelos, on your first victory."
"What's there to congratulate about? Isn't that to be expected?"
"Young Master Jelos, you didn't use any Star Armor Weapons in the battle, did you? The star armor on your hands was just a disguise for your attacks, wasn't it?"
"Hmm, otherwise, what would it look like if I, a Martial Artist, defeated a Star Armor Master with pure martial techniques in a competition for Star Armor Masters?"
Muria smiled, aware that if he'd smacked that young man onto the ground with his bare hands, it probably would have led to some scheming to disqualify him.
"This is nothing. As long as you have the strength, the Clan will take care of everything else for you."
"Better to be safe."
"Are you going to sweep through the competition in the same state as today?"
"Yes," Muria nodded. He knew the truly formidable Star Armor Masters had already qualified for the main competition and would not waste time in the preliminaries.