The Martial Unity

"You're telling me five Martial Seniors have died just like that?"

"Yes...Master Haishi," Senior Zenshin bowed deeply.

"This is despite being provided with the necessary resources to maintain the Martial Heart continuously at all times within the forest?" She asked.

"…Yes," Senior Zenshin gritted his teeth.

Her mouth curled with contempt.

She wasn't even in the room physically, yet her merely projected image seemed to generate an avalanche of weight that wrung the very air he breathed.

"The height of incompetence," She declared. "The Carnil Mafia has no use for Martial Artists who are too weak to even survive."

Senior Zenshin was not pleased. As someone who was entrusted with the security of the Gereign base of the Carnil Mafia, these failures fell on his shoulders.

"Continue the operations," She ordered. "That goes for yourself. Obtain the Ecstasy Plum Fruits, or die trying. I can assure you that the importance of the narcotics supply far exceeds that of your lives."

"Yes, Master," Senior Zenshin narrowed his eyes. "When will the reinforcements be arriving?"

"I alone will be arriving under the guise of a Martial Senior, initially." She announced. "I will oversee the Gereign Base when I arrive. It is far too important to be left in the hands of Martial Seniors, as I had expected. Once I arrive, we will be able to expand our operations tenfold. No number of Martial Seniors can overrun us with my presence."

"Yes, Master,"

are the Ecstasy Plum Fruit

"However, the estimated yield was apparently one-fifth of the yield of our usual large-scale operations that we've

over the

what his assailant looked like, yet he pictured how wonderful it would be to watch the light

reaches me," The man

take a genius to figure out that the assailant, whoever he was, was targeting the weaker Martial Seniors first and then moving on to the stronger ones. After all, the sole three high-grade Martial Seniors of the Carnil Mafia had yet to be untouched in their exploration

Senior yet to be ambushed was a grade-twelve Martial Senior who was on

of them all, thus following this pattern, he would be the last to

regretted being the strongest. Had he been weaker, he would have had the opportunity to run

displayed a docile demeanor before Master Haishi, that was because he had boundless gratitude for the Martial Master

nature was the polar

fists clenched,

and tear you apart with my

BEEP

at the communication amulet at his waist, reading

eyes widened. "Senior Bernete

He gritted his teeth.

three Martial Seniors

ALL!" He bellowed, shaking the

the Carnil Mafia, not only did this organization have

that Senior Zenshin had hoped.