The Martial Unity

A similar circumstance had occurred in the preliminary contest, where he was grouped with his competitors ahead of time in a single big room.

For some reason, he had a feeling that the organizers just liked drama.

Regardless, he did not intend to indulge in drama.

He simply ignored all of them before heading grabbing himself a quick meal from the luxurious buffet that had been arranged for all of the contestants.

While he did not bother making eye contact with any of the contestants, but inwardly had already begun monitoring them with his senses.

That was true for most of them, with their senses, they did not need to make any overt gestures indicating surveillance. At their level, most of them had pretty decent sensory techniques. Furthermore, the Martial body possessed inherently powerful senses to start off with.

Rui possessed particularly powerful sensory capabilities with his many sensory techniques, even a grade-ten technique, and he intended to put them to good use.

The most important sense that he had at the moment was his Primordial Instinct which allowed him to get a good gauge of the power levels of his opponents.

contest. The difference, however, was how much he lowered his strength. Back then he had nerfed

reduced himself to a grade-ten Martial Squire. That was just strong enough

of them. The average level of the Martial Squires was so high that he long realized that he could not be as carefree as he was

the preliminary contest, he knew he would be fine no matter what once the initial phase had passed. He was simply too strong, and he had correctly estimated that not even the three grade-ten Martial Squires together would be able

was not the case

one, two, or even three

There were hundreds!

Although he had expected this to be the case, it was actually another thing experiencing the sensation of being

been in places where the quality or quantity of Martial Squires exceeded the norm before. Vilun Island had an abnormally high Martial Artist breakthrough

the gathering haven for more than ten thousand Martial Squires at its peak, each of them partaking in the intense

ran into places that attracted lots of powerful Martial Squires to

weakest Martial Squire that he could detect was a particularly powerful grade-nine Martial Squire. That was the floor of the contest; a Martial Squire who could easily waltz into the first class

was stronger than many of them, he needed to be careful, because if they identified

grade-ten Martial Squires. But if he had faced four, or five, it probably would have been game over. Not even he could guarantee victory under such dire

attention unlike that old woman,') Rui spotted an elder lady with long flowing white