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That statement turned heads, filling their eyes with greed at the thought of obtaining such power.

Were the outsiders willing to offer them this technique, among others?

If so… that made the prospect of trading with them much more alluring than before. As a long-range-oriented Martial tribe, obtaining such a technique would likely boost their power significantly.

"Do not lose yourselves in your greed," The chieftain ordered, immediately drawing the attention of all the members of the council meeting. "Even if we were to obtain that powerful technique, it is quite likely that very few of us will be able to master it. Such power does not come easily, and the greater the power of a technique, the greater the difficulty of a technique. With how immensely capable this technique is, it may be so that none of us can master it."

This dampened the excitement and greed in the atmosphere of the council meeting. The chieftain's words weighed the heaviest, and everybody took them seriously. Of course, they were all aware of the correlation between power and the difficulty of techniques.

"Furthermore, we don't know if they are willing to trade it with us in the first place…" Senior K'ahru. "But even if they aren't…"

He gritted his teeth as his aura intensified, bathing the entire council in his heavy aura. The Martial Squires present shivered as they felt his immense greed and battle lust.

"Even if they aren't…" He continued. "Can we really let them keep such a technique to themselves?"

The question awoke the fighting spirit of many members of the council. He had directly appealed to the battle lust that every G'ak'arkan warrior was imbued with from birth. He had directly appealed to their greed to obtain such power.

widened. "We must obtain this technique

They fought. It made sense. Why give up their sacred techniques when they could simply obtain what

think such strong people

up the

attacking them for it?

"Never!"

fight to the last warrior to

can be assured that you'll have to fight to the last warrior to obtain their techniques as well," K'Mala retorted. "We will lose more

words are cowardly, sister," K'ahru's icy tone grew dangerously perilous. "Do you think we are weaker than them? They don't even have

they trust us to act friendly

Artist lowering his head and hiding among lesser Martial Artists? That

about them," She retorted. "Waging war with them will bring us many losses. Even

more than just extremely bad. They had centuries worth of bad blood built up. The very thought of losing and being

the ceding flames that he had tried stoking in the warriors of his tribe. He turned towards his older sister with a hateful look. "A little coward who's too afraid to

sharpened as he insulted her in front

needs to needs to be treated like a baby. Think with your brains instead of

two of them surged forward