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.

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

two of the strongest Martial Artists of

The crowd immediately his identity to the finalist of the Martial

that black hair and eyes. That's that

Freier managed to rope in the finalist of

nothing he could do at this point. He had done his reasonable best hiding his

commission from Nartha. Since then, his goodwill with the members of the Martial Games

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

of the reason was Charles DiVilier. Everyone knew the man loved Martial Art, he went out of his way to ensure that there were no disincentives and incentives. Nobody wanted to make any enemy of a man with

why was it this man's representative fighter

lid. He was enjoying the fight prior, but not he just felt wary. He glanced

as they immediately took

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.

wave of disappointment washed over the guests, but none of

not, it didn't matter. Yet the fact

to the blond man, scrutinizing him

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

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

"Hey." Rui called out.

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