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.

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

had covered an enormous amount of distance. It would be an extreme challenge even for a Martial Master to find him under these circumstances even if they had already begun. There were too many possibilities after

his mind decreased, his mentality was unable to return to

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

didn't even feel

for power. At

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

of his Martial Art after experiencing

that had not been enough. It had caused a dent. The

after the Metabody System, yet all that satisfaction had long gone away after the Martial

Only an uncaring fool could possibly not be affected by what he had experienced. He had initially set out

procured, and it had already escaped his mind. An entirely different, and

was why he didn't even feel

Hours. Days. Two weeks.

mountains, valleys, inland oceans and

the briefest respite, consuming all the portions

never once

sigh of relief. If he did feel

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on a small figure that floated

An island.

finally arrived at the Kaddar Region after a long

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 make any careless

not just because the opportunity to gain the power he sought, but also to meet his best friend after

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