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.

it was his own mask slip he was shocked about. He didn't want the golden man to figure

not just one, but two of the strongest Martial Artists of the Martial Games had been revealed in

given him away. The crowd immediately his identity to

hair and eyes. That's that Apprentice Rui Quarrier

Freier managed to rope in the finalist of

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

his goodwill

had spent initially in the Martial Games, he had come to realize that basically nothing happened to the fighters commissioned for the Martial Games. Part of this was because no Martial Artist would ever participate in it if there was serious

Charles DiVilier. Everyone knew the man loved Martial Art, he went out of his way to ensure that there were no disincentives

it this man's representative fighter

He was enjoying the fight prior, but not he just felt wary. He glanced at Charles and saw the man was staring at him

immediately got their feet as they immediately

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

guests, but none of them dared raise an objection to

already revealed, the mask or not, it didn't matter. Yet the fact that Charles insisted

the blond man, scrutinizing him in

that why he was stopping the match? He didn't want even the slightest chance of it being leaked that his representative was a prolific bandit that

didn't know for sure. He turned back to the blond

"Hey." Rui called out.