The Martial Unity

Rui sighed.

What he did perhaps wasn't the wisest, but he hadn't been able to muster up the willpower to stop himself from acting. He glared at the Martial Apprentice in his left hand.

'Got his hands on a little bit of power and thought he could do anything he wanted. It's because of monsters like you that ordinary people are fully justified in being terrified of us.' Rui narrowed his eyes as he flicked the man's skull softly.

CRACK!

A deep indentation appeared on his skull, killing him instantly. Rui made sure to hold back immensely in order to prevent the skin from breaking, leaving no blood behind that could be used to gain a better understanding of what happened. He would have to bury the Martial Apprentice somewhere far away.

He sighed as he thought back to the words that the woman had told him.

You do not find them, they find you.

If that was the case, he just hoped that they would find him worth contacting. He didn't think he would be able to find them, based on her words and the intelligence of the Derimont Bazaar that he had been provided.

He quickly spread through not just the Ferendul nation, but also through the legal ports of entry through all the other nations that stood in his way in the Saiful region.

He was pleased to see that not every nation was in as bad a condition as the Republic of Ferendul, but he had not been able to make any headway on how to contact the Derimont Bazaar when he asked around.

Ultimately, he came to the conclusion that it was a futile exercise. Not a single person knew anything, and even if they did, he got the sense that they wouldn't talk even if he tortured them, which he would never do in the first place.

It took him a while since he had decided to go through the official port of entry, but eventually, he managed to reach the center of the Saiful Region; the Saiful Abyss.

of them

proper look at the Saiful

He was being watched.

could feel it, though he

It was dark.

Abnormally dark.

of trash, debris, and empty infrastructure was as clear as day. A dense forest packed with

an impression of endless

overflowing ocean of wasted garbage and wasted space was the home of the Derimont Bazaar? The market that

with disdain and contempt at the mountain of

eyes widened with shock as

stared, stunned. 'Why

as the Shionel Dungeon, yet even with its reduced

and disrupted readings. He even recognized the very specific sensations when he

substances that I dug

come to be able to identify the 'flavors' of

the bedrock of the Saiful Abyss. Yet they were just below the surface,

realization

that the Beggar's Sect accumulated half a floor's worth of esoteric substances from the Shionel

integrated such that it would disrupt senses on large scales, not short ranges. Thus Martial Artists trying to engage in espionage over large ranges would be extremely hampered while everybody would still be able

sensor technology and Martial Artists. A zone where the ordinary man functioned better