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He was glad that she was the one who won. She was a more sophisticated fighter than the blockhead who wielded his Martial Body like a caveman. Furthermore, he would rather avoid fighting the Kandrian prince.

He might get into political hot waters if it came to light that a Martial Squire of the Martial Union crushed a Kandrian prince. These kinds of Martial Artists were particularly vulnerable to Rui due to their lack of sophistication. In fact, Rui would need to be extremely careful to ensure that he didn't annihilate the man's Martial Path, or else he would be accused of treason.

He didn't exchange any words with her when she returned. There was time for that later.

"And for the next round, we have Contestant Janeu Meren! A powerful Martial Squire native to the Virodha Theocracy, known as the Fangfeeder! His opponent will be a junior monk of the Daeshun Temple, Contestant Xaesha representing Daeshunism!"

The crowd cheered loudly as a wave of excitement spread through them.

'Oh boy, a religious conflict.' Rui sighed, shaking his head inwardly. 'Because those always went well back on Earth.'

Yet it appeared that the people of the Virodha Theocracy were quite enthused about this matchup. It appeared that they looked forward to a battle between their own representative of the Virodhabhasa Faith versus a representative of Daeshunism.

This was a religion that Rui did not know much about.

Yet the junior monk did indeed resemble what Rui pictured when he imagined monks.

'Maybe Daeshunism was like the Buddhism of this world and the Daeshun Temple is like the Shaolin Temple of this world.' Rui speculated.

He wasn't too interested though. Getting entangled with one religion was enough of a headache for Rui.

It appeared that there was indeed friction between the two of them.

old man," Squire

Gaia take pity on your being," The man emphatically replied. "I shall excise you who has surrendered yourself to

crowd roared in approval as the two of them were firmly opposed to each

or their combat style. Squire Janeau had absurdly sharp canines for all his teeth, looking like a mutated beast version of

curling into razor-sharp claws. Rui could see that he had conditioned his elbows into a sharp edge as well when flexed. The same had been done for his

be able to gauge his Martial Art at first glance. However, that did not mean it was weak. It was quite likely that his Martial Body had

could not imagine what kind of conditioning could change an incisor or molar tooth to a

Art was also quite obvious with the long

"Take your stances!"

take standing on two legs. Rui was sure that the man would rather have been born a

expected

the weight of the pressure that

silent,

Squire Janeau resembled a hungry predator eying its

"Begin!"

forward with a wild grin. His hands turned into claws, one reaching for the monk, while the other was pulled back, coiled, and ready

had already predicted the paradigm of

take him down, or at least ward him away, before the beast entered close

to the spear was overcoming a lethally offensive close-quarters Martial Artist at that

he had no intentions of letting that

the range of

FLICK!

managed to evade that