The Martial Unity

"I see. Know that you can consider me as someone you can depend on," Master Deivon informed Rui. "I don't know what your circumstances are, but I'm willing to wager I have the power to offer some assistance if the need ever came."

Rui smiled. "I appreciate that. I will be sure to keep it in mind."

He didn't intend to enlist his aid, however. Assassinating an important political figure of the Shionel Confederation was not something Rui could expect him to help with since the Shionel Confederation was a political partner and ally of the Virodha Theocracy.

And that was fine, he had always intended to do the deed himself.

He was actually quite eager to do the deed himself.

Chairman Deacon was one of the few people who could evoke genuine bloodlust from Rui.

Eventually, their conversation came to an end as Rui headed to his assigned training chamber.

Many tens of thousands of people were dying to witness the final tournament with their own two eyes.

The first three rounds were exciting, but ultimately, they were merely a setup for the finale. The eight finalists were eight of the truly most powerful Martial Artists that Squire Realm could possibly offer. They were the cherry on top of the cream of the crop. The best of the best.

The winner had the capital to claim to be the strongest of them all.

"Who do you think will win?"

"It's gotta be Champion Meera."

my money

"He's going to lose."

already beat her

comparable to actual combat,"

strong vested interest in witnessing the conclusion of the

Once again, he would be forced to wait for the contest to unfold with

organizers simply wanted to milk the

contestants were stoic and composed, though none of them could

had the audacity to apply

quite incomprehensible. She was quite the deviant as a Martial Artist, it took one to recognize another,

obsession with aesthetics, he had long speculated that it was tied to her

of the kind of things that could become a Martial Path. Before this day, he had thought that Martial Paths were limited to fields of

himself broke these rules. Imitative evolution and adaptive evolution would be considered fields of combat even

however, broke this rule. The fact that one's subjective sense of beauty could become a Martial Path showed that there were no strict limitations. She was so deviant from the norm that she fell outside of known

reason that she was made

this very moment, while his mind was at its absolute peak, he was unable to gauge her true

would be an incompetent fool

a more stealth-oriented Martial Squire like Kane. It

feeling he would never be able to peer into

facade actually made

at the rest

standing among them. He was accurate when he felt like she was one of

Her eyes reflected depth.