The Martial Unity

Seeing that his options for gaining information were limited, Rui ultimately decided to set it aside for now. It truly was looking to be a long-term project, given the difficulties of even obtaining information on the topic, let alone the actual substance itself.

He wasn't too eager to set out on a massive undertaking such as this. The Master was correct, he had momentum on his side, and he didn't want to stall it with a project that was probably as difficult as his initial Metabody System, and would take a few years to complete at minimum.

"You're right," Rui shook his head. "I do not intend to drag this out. I truly hope the final tournament will be enough to push me to my limit."

In particular, he had high hopes of one particular Martial Artist that would be competing tomorrow.

Master Deivon knew exactly what he was thinking about. "She is a Virodhabhasa seed as well, you know?"

Rui raised an eyebrow in surprise. "That's… interesting.

He wasn't too surprised even. He could feel that her incredibly strange and esoteric Martial Art had the potential to be a Martial Art that could overcome all others. It was no wonder that the Virodhabhasa Faith declared her as a seed when it saw her Martial Art.

"As for her Martial Art…" Master Deivon paused when Rui shook his head, putting his hand up.

Squire to pressure me, the more I know ahead of time, the harder it will be for

he avoided paying too much attention to her Martial Art. He was

may very well cost you victory against her. Your Martial Art has become a lot less opaque to Martial Masters like myself, as

for. And now that that matter is out of the way, winning the Martial Contest is no longer a genuine

determination that Rui demonstrated. Yet at the same time, he couldn't

time soon, he would be the youngest Martial Senior in history, and

Realm at the age of seventeen. While this was certainly a highly impressive and optimistically young age, it was not groundbreaking. The youngest known Martial Squire ever was

Senior Realm after becoming a Martial Squire was long and difficult. One needed to continue developing a tower of individuality that would eventually reach high enough to touch the skies; the Senior Realm. Ordinarily, even an

had ever met who breezed through this process with ease in a

What do you plan to do when the contest is

question. "…Bid the Floating Sect farewell and then make preparations

"…Why do you fight?"

grew a

that woman. But you have acquired what you want. So what is it that drives you forward?" Master Deivon couldn't help

remained silent. This was the first time that Master Deivon inquired about such a personal topic. He wasn't sure whether to humor it or