The Martial Unity

As time passed, a greater vice gripped Rui's heart. The endorphins from the initial attack of Master Uma had long passed, and now he was feeling a lot more stressed than before.

His mind constantly went back to the fear of Master Uma appearing out of nowhere he couldn't help but be on edge at every moment. He hated it, but he knew that it was too arrogant of him to not be afraid of a Martial Master.

Even as an hour passed, he was unable to lower his guard. He didn't possess the capital to relax. He continued running mindlessly, pushing his body to the absolute limit.

He applied Final Breathing together with the Reaper's Poison, allowing him to sustain his stamina for incredibly long stretches at a time even if his speed was reduced. It was more important to spend every second traveling as far away from the two battling Martial Masters as possible.

The journey was almost mind-altering.

Perhaps it was because he had been exposed to fear that stemmed from his own weakness and inability that it caused a shift in psychology. Being forced to confront his weakness every second for hours on end was nothing sort of torture.

He couldn't ignore it. He couldn't focus on anything else. He was confronted by the fact that he was insignificantly weak, and was forced to run in fear because of that.

It was maddening.

He had yet to notice the intensity of his eyes.

His eyes, within which one could once get lost, had turned sharp.

They could see only one thing.

The power of a higher Realm.

That was the only thing they sought. Nothing else mattered at the moment. Nothing else could matter at the moment.

unable to relax even once the implicit pressure of Master Uma started

a day and had covered an enormous amount of distance. It would be an extreme challenge even for a Martial Master to find him under these circumstances

Martial Master inside his mind decreased, his mentality was unable to

was there. It was as though he had already been molded by it, like a sword being shaped by the pressure

even

Quarrier. Hungry for power. At

to fit. Yet now it was the most apt description. It could be seen in his eyes. He didn't like how he felt, but

possibly maintain his pure frolicking exploration of his Martial Art

been the first step, but even something as large as that had not been enough. It had caused a dent. The passage of time made his deadline arrive sooner and sooner, putting more pressure on

satisfied with his progress after the Metabody System, yet all that satisfaction had long gone away after the Martial Contest and the emotional experience

shift that he experienced today. Only an uncaring fool could possibly not be affected by what

increasingly cared less. The treatment had long been procured, and it had already escaped his mind. An entirely different, and much deeper desire and hunger had taken root in his

why he didn't even

Hours. Days. Two weeks.

countries, mountains, valleys, inland oceans

for more than the briefest respite, consuming all the portions that he

never once

a sigh of relief. If he did feel relief, it was buried somewhere deep under his

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eyes fixed on a small figure that floated in the

An island.

the Kaddar Region after a long journey

making sure that he was well away from the territory of the Kaddar nations. He didn't know what happened since the year he went away, and wanted to make sure that he didn't

the closer he got. Admittedly, it was not just because the opportunity to gain

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