The Martial Unity

"You have it all wrong," Rui heaved a sigh. "That data is entirely accurate."

"That's impossible," She snorted, her aura growing more forceful by the second."

"The reason that it is possible… is that I'm not as strong as you think I am," Rui sighed, revealing to her.

He would not have gone for this choice had he been dealing with another nation on the Panama Continent. After all, revealing that he wasn't a grade-ten Martial Squire would be giving them more strategically important intelligence.

This was especially the case when one considered the fact that Rui wasn't an unknown Martial Artist. When he was a Martial Apprentice, he earned himself a name in other countries during the Serevian Dungeon War. After all, he had destroyed many Apprentice-level assets in the war, and the Martial Union had been forced to prove that he was a Martial Apprentice to prove that they didn't violate the clauses of the Serevian pact that the many nations had agreed to.

Thus even his identity had been exposed to a certain degree.

Revealing that he was actually much weaker than he had initially presented himself was risky. It wouldn't be impossible for other nations to potentially exploit this fact to their advantage.

However, he was dealing with the G'ak'arkan Tribe. He could rest assured that there was very little chance that they would engage in deceptive subterfuge when there was no record of them having ever done so in the history of the Vilun island.

"What?" She frowned. "What nonsense is that?"

"I am presenting myself to be stronger than myself using a special mental technique," Rui calmly explained. "See? I'm not as strong as you think I am."

of pressure diminished significantly as he got rid

as she stared at him with an incredulous

to suppress my aura entirely," He explained as used a mind mask to present himself as an ordinary

with an open mouth, wide eyes pushing back

my power to ensure that people don't

"…"

"…"

speak with Martial Seniors of the G'ak'arkan Tribe instead of Martial Squires was that he presented himself as stronger than all

very reason that he was speaking with Senior K'Mala instead of some Martial Squire of the

killed that rank two Martial Artist with a single attack… You defeated the daughter of

technique… and some preparation…" He replied, after giving it some

he was being just a tad

just 'some'

Artists of the K'ulnen Tribe, to build more accurate and extensive predictive models on his opponents. He had even spectated other battlefields where the Martial Squire of the K'ulnen Tribe were fighting against other Martial Tribes, building predictive

stronger than he normally would be and only grew stronger as he refined the existing predictive models on them. Thanks to this, he entered the battlefield much stronger than

more he diminished that, the more valuable the Pathfinder technique would

had given her to the Pathfinder technique as she stared at it in amazement, reading through all the information listed on it, before

you, if you saw me fight against a powerful Martial Squire, I would struggle to win and