The Martial Unity

The masks that Martial Artists wore were not meant to protect their face or head, it was meant to protect their identity. Of course, Martial Apprentices got hit in the face and the head regularly thus the masks that Martial Apprentices wore were designed to survive the rigor of Apprentice-Realm combat. Of course, most masks needed heavy maintenance after rigorous extended combat.

Ordinary substances that couldn't withstand the rigors of Apprentice-Realm combat while the esoteric resources with the tensile strength to be able to completely endure Apprentice-Realm combat were strategic resources that also too scarce to be wasted on masks.

Thus, as well as masks were designed to survive and at the very least stay intact, when faced power and onslaught at effectively the pinnacle of the Apprentice Realm, they simply couldn't stay intact.

Rui hadn't even realized that his mask had fallen off until he felt the warm air make contact with his face.

Yet before he could even process his situation, his eyes fell on his opponent, who was in the same predicament.

Golden hair and golden eyes. Perfect, beautiful features.

The man looked like a prince.

Yet it wasn't his aesthetics that shocked Rui.

"You...!" He murmured in shock. Rui's mind flashed back nearly two years ago, back to his bodyguard mission in the Basara Mountains. He had fought a bandit group that was routinely ambushing and plundering supply convoys for high-grade esoteric resources.

The leader of the bandit group back then who had managed to escape was the very man before him.

contained his shock as much as he could, pretending it was his own mask slip he was shocked about. He didn't

just one, but two of the strongest Martial Artists of the Martial Games had been

immediately his identity to the finalist of

black hair and eyes. That's that Apprentice Rui

Lady Freier managed to rope in the finalist of the

sighed. There was nothing he could do at this point. He had

he wasn't nearly as concerned as he was when he first accepted the representative fighter commission from Nartha. Since then, his goodwill with

the fighters commissioned for the Martial Games. Part of this was because no Martial Artist would ever participate in it if there was serious

Art, he went out of his way to ensure that there were no disincentives and incentives. Nobody wanted to make any

man's

he kept things under a lid. He was enjoying the fight prior, but not he just felt wary. He glanced at

got their feet as they immediately took

unfortunate that the fighters' masks have broken." Charles' voice boomed. "It would be unfair to expect them to continue when they were unable to conceal their identities the way they originally wanted to." He continued. "Here at the Martial Games we accommodate Martial Artists when and where we can. This match will be called off for

guests, but none of

His identity was already revealed, the mask or not, it didn't matter. Yet the fact that Charles insisted likely meant that the reason he wanted had nothing to do with

blond man,

the slightest chance of it being leaked that his representative was a prolific bandit that disrupted economy

sure. He turned back to the blond man, who was turning

"Hey." Rui called out.