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It was more important to take a not entirely probable success versus a relatively certain failure.

"What did you say?" The man stepped forward.

The air changed as his expression crumpled in rage. His aura became more aggressive and savage.

"I respect you. I'm asking for you to respect my power," Rui replied. "Are you a warrior who cannot sense the truth?"

Rui waved around. "Because the truth is clear to everyone except you. Any warrior can see this is as plain as day."

The man followed the gesture as he looked around.

Their expressions were clear.

According to Rui's senses, he probably was a grade-six Martial Artist at most. His own projected power was leagues superior. The man-made eye-contact with his fellow tribesmen as his expression turned sour.

"We come in peace," Rui replied. "We respect your strength,"

He paused, before turning to all of them. "We respect all of your power. That is why they sent someone as powerful as me."

He gestured to himself. "We came to the G'ak'arkan Tribe because its proud and powerful warriors are the most powerful warriors of the entire island."

Had he been conversing with a trained diplomat, or even a normal Martial Artist of modern society, none of them would have fallen for flattery that shamelessly obvious.

the age-old classics of communication and manipulation tactics would be utterly useless against

same could not be said for the warriors of the G'ak'arkan Tribe with no culture of refined communication, no education in

clearly spoken to all of them and had tickled their pride in the process. Still, that didn't make them chummy with the outsiders, however, their

is the most powerful Martial Tribe on Vilun Island," Rui nodded, before pausing. "But, just as we have given you the respect that all

old man was a lot more

harness

as he opened his mouth to

every sentient being. If not for the two Martial Squire bodyguards that gave them mental protection with their own auras,

bowed deeply in the presence of

atmosphere that had previously warmed up a bit quickly crawled

smiled unchangingly as he bore the mental pressure that the man unscrupulously had thrown

pressure put on him than he ever

('Martial Senior,')

force of the Martial Senior

Geringan nor Senior Ceeran had demonstrated their own prowess to him in their talks. Rui never bothered asking, but he was

Suddenly, the pressure disappeared.

all of you, and we will not leave him with someone not fit. No one in the second rank

could feel that the older Martial Squire did not

it did not

his authority and control with the discussion with

objective, achieved,')

in the initiation of contact with the G'ak'arkan Tribe was to enter diplomatic talks with one of the three Martial Seniors of the G'ak'arkan

it to this be easy to obtain what he wanted, the Martial Seniors were the only ones who had the influence and power to make a decision