The Martial Unity

The Martial Festival commenced in its full glory the very second dawn broke on the first day of the week-long festival. The energy of the town skyrocketed compared to the average day as the citizens went all out in participating and enjoying a festival that occurred only once every two years.

Rui, on the other hand, was actually quite jobless.

He had finished his training, and there was absolutely no improvement to be made in the span of three days. He spent the day taking in the festival, enjoying a rare occasion as much as he could.

He even visited the colosseum that would host the preliminary contest.

"Woah," Rui did a double take when he realized how large it was. "That's… generous in its size."

It was big enough to comfortably accommodate all the participating Martial Squires of the town in a single match. Ordinarily, it would be too big for any human to possibly view in its entirety while also being able to follow the battles of all Martial Squires. It was basically impossible for ordinary humans to follow Squire-level combat in the first place, these conditions just made it even more impossible than it already was.

However, Rui knew that certain measures would be taken to ensure that the audience would be able to keep up with the combat. Rui had heard that each ticket also came with a potion that could allow the cognition of ordinary humans to reach a level that would allow them to follow what was happening.

Rui had been shocked when he learned of that. However, it wasn't the existence of such potions that shocked him. He knew that potion users existed, and could keep up with Martial Artists in combat. Thus potions that could allow humans to process Martial Artist combat were hardly a shock, it was actually a step below.

What was shocking was that the Virodhabhasa Faith was willing to produce so many potions of such a kind all for the frivolous purpose of allowing an audience to be able to keep up with the spectacle.

amount of money for a single ticket that included the price of the potions, all so that they could have the experience of watching

('Rich people…') He snorted.

decade's worth of services from squads of Martial Seniors ensuring that no Senior-level threat could hurt his family and the services from Guildmaster Bradt, but

it will be

for such tickets was also probably substantially lower. However the price one a Senior-level ticket was

the potions weren't the only things

that the execution of the contest was enough to keep him entertained until

day arrived, the excitement of the town had reached what would probably be the very peak of the entire festival. After all, once the preliminary contest was completed, the contest would escalate far beyond the confines of the town, and

that the three contests would

quite some time before it was his turn, so he decided to purchase a ticket for the Apprentice-level

would have spent the whole day trying to enter his absolute best state through meditation. But he

his mind entirely focused on the

to relax and watch the kids of the lower Realm duke it out in an identical fashion as the Squires and Seniors would. It was also

extra mental and physical energy. It also helped that he had made sure that he was as close to his