The Martial Unity

('That's not all.') Rui mused. ('I'll probably be approached outside the Martial Contest as well.')

Not everybody was on good terms with the Virodhabhasa Faith. Certainly, not everybody was a partner or a benefactor of the religion. There were those who sought to scout Martial Squires who weren't going to be part of the banquet. They would certainly try to approach Rui outside of the banquet.

Of course, he highly doubted that they would dare try using unsavory means to establish contact with him within the Virodha Theocracy given that he was a treasured contestant of the Martial Contest and the Martial Festival.

In that case, he would still have to be more careful since these people were less willing to play by certain unspoken rules and guidelines that the others who were partaking in the banquet would.

Regardless of what they did though, Rui already knew what he needed to do.

('Polite non-commitance.')

He definitely could not agree to anything, but it probably wasn't wise to outright refuse them. They would probably offer means to communicate with them if he said he would consider whatever lucrative deal they were trying to get him to agree to. All he needed to do was make sure he didn't piss anybody off. That was definitely something worth striving to avoid, but aside from that, he had not intention of accepting any of their offers.

Once he returned to the Martial Union as a Martial Senior, hopefully, he would have everything he needed. The powerful organization did not lose even when compared to international powerhouses across the entire continent, and he probably didn't need anything else except it.

what he wanted to get. He spent

was just that the discipline behind his routine helped him focus and enter

time lightly traveling around the Virodha Theocracy. It was a pleasure to subject himself to the beauty of the place,

time passed and the next day arrived. It was time for the event to begin. The opening ceremony was soon to commence. Rui was content wearing his regular Martial Art attire, but apparently, the organizers had

raised an

and manager bowed. "You may wear whatever Marital Art attire you please for the Martial Contest, however, the opening ceremony is an

had no understanding of. "Alright, let's get this over with. I'm not taking my mask off for

It was equipped with esoteric substances that drained sweat while exfoliating his skin and ensuring that it was clean, furthermore, it made sure

fret sir, they have been trained to deal with Martial Artists that do not wish

enjoy even a bit of that, or the fashion part of their grooming session where they took measurements of his body before procuring

women knew what they were doing. He probably looked better than he

Master Deivon at his doorstep, waiting for

you look fine," Master

an especially ostentatious attire that made him

this really necessary?" Rui grumbled. "We're Martial Artists,