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."

put my money

"He's going to lose."

beat her twice, you

actual combat," One man snorted. "Just

had a strong vested interest in witnessing the conclusion of the finale

for him in the contestant stand-by room. Once again, he would be forced to wait for the contest to unfold with his competitors just

yet he was convinced that the organizers simply wanted to milk the drama to get as much

though none of them could miss the tension in the

Squire Meera, who actually had the audacity to apply some final touches to her makeup in front

quite the deviant as a Martial Artist,

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

of aestheticism. It pushed the boundaries 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 combat, they

broke these rules. Imitative evolution and adaptive

this rule. The fact that one's subjective sense of beauty could become a Martial Path showed that there were no strict

reason that she was made a Virodhabhasa

very moment, while his mind was at its absolute peak, he was

like she was a low-grade Martial Squire at the moment, but he would be an incompetent fool to even consider that

she was trying to actively hide her power like a more stealth-oriented Martial Squire

no idea how it worked. He had a feeling he would never be able to peer into the depth of

facade actually

at the

felt like she was one of the strongest. She was also probably the only Martial Artist there who was truly older

Her eyes reflected depth.