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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.

classics of communication and manipulation tactics would be utterly useless against people extremely aware

the G'ak'arkan Tribe with no culture of refined communication, no education in the field, and almost no experience in negotiating

all of them and had tickled their pride in the process. Still, that

talk to the G'ak'arkan Tribe because it is the most powerful Martial Tribe on Vilun Island," Rui nodded, before pausing. "But, just as we have given

man was a lot

harness it,) Rui

opened his mouth to respond,

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

Martial Squires bowed deeply in

that had previously warmed up a bit quickly crawled to a freezing

Martial Senior washed onto his body. Rui smiled unchangingly as he bore the mental pressure that the

put on him than

('Martial Senior,')

that he had seen the mental force of the Martial Senior laid and bared out

Ceeran had demonstrated their own prowess to him in their talks. Rui never bothered asking, but

Suddenly, the pressure disappeared.

we will not leave

comment hurt, and Rui could feel that the older Martial Squire did not appreciate

it did

the discussion with the

first objective, achieved,') Rui smiled

enter diplomatic talks with one of the three

Seniors were the only ones who had the influence and power to make a decision such as trading