The Martial Unity

Chapter 667

In an underground facility in the Martial Union settlement sat a lonesome figure. He sat on the ground with folded legs and his arms resting on his knees.

He had donned his combat attire, as opposed to the formal attire that he had grown accustomed to wearing in the past three months.

His black hair was unkempt, an increasingly rare sight to see due to his position.

His visage was hardly strange or unusual, yet almost everyone standing in the room as him would be paralyzed with primal fear. The fear that came from a great threat to one's well-being and life.

Not only had Rui donned his strongest mind mask as usual, but his mind which had been consumed with the diplomatic mission for more than three months had entered a state it hadn't in recent times.

He had ejected all considerations regarding his mission from his previously scattered mind. For the most six hours, he had been honing his mind on his Martial Art and Martial Path. It took him a while to gather the entirety of his focus, conscious and unconscious.

His eyes were closed, yet it wasn't the darkness that plagues his vision.

He saw a path.

One he was standing upon.

It stretched on forever onwards and upwards.

It winded on and about.

Yet it wasn't just the path that drew his attention.

What the path winded through was equally eye-drawing.

and catastrophes of

terrifying path, yet it

despite that, it called out to him.

path he wanted

a while since

was here, he realized how long it had been since he had actually come down here. It used it be a frequent visit for him, given how immersed in his training he would get. Yet he hadn't done

('…A blunder.')

but

he was immersed in his Martial Path, he realized that it could never compare to the path that he had already chosen. A path

('Never again.')

against his senses drawing his attention

STEP

STEP

STEP

predicted that you would be able to ace this mission when Derun informed me of her choice of picking you for it… but I have to say…" Senior

opened his

was as though his pitch-black eyes had grown

even a contest, in hindsight. Look at you, if I was a little sleepy, I might even mistake you for a Martial Senior. What a potent aura. I can't wait to see how strong it will be when you enter the Senior

mildly. "I'm assuming

about, you should get

to come down here to inform me of that yourself, you

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