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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 agreement that even the age-old classics of communication and manipulation tactics would be utterly

no culture of refined communication, no education in the field, and almost no

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 hostility had

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 you the respect that all of

man was a lot

fight the pride, harness it,)

his mouth to

exerted itself on every sentient being. If not for the two Martial Squire bodyguards that

of the Martial Squires bowed deeply in the presence

previously warmed up a bit quickly crawled to a freezing halt as

his body. Rui smiled unchangingly as he bore the mental

more pressure put on him than

('Martial Senior,')

first time that he had seen the mental force of the

Colonel Geringan nor Senior Ceeran had demonstrated their own prowess to him

Suddenly, the pressure disappeared.

we will not leave him with someone not fit. No one in the second rank is fit to

Rui could feel that the older

did

discussion with the diplomatic team of outsiders that

objective, achieved,') Rui

enter diplomatic talks with one of the three Martial Seniors of the G'ak'arkan Tribe. The Martial

the Martial Seniors were the only ones who had the