The Martial Unity

Chapter 1523

He turned to the carriage.

BADUMP

BADUMP

BADUMP

He had already deactivated his Martial Heart, yet he could feel his heart beating harder than it ever had before.

He was finally here.

After nearly eight years, he had finally reached this point. He almost couldn't believe it. He had dreams about this moment more times than he could count.

He took off his mask, tossing it away.

"Huff…" He took a deep breath, before forcing open the carriage door and surging in with his hand stretched out, his arms reaching out.

CLASP!

He caught a hand.

A hand that held a detonator to a bomb.

A bomb in a man.

"Not so fast…" Rui whispered. "Deacon Vernes…"

There he was.

older than Rui had realized with Riemannian Echo. His skin had grown paler and aged. His hair had greyed significantly in

it?" It was spontaneous, yet he had already uttered

too much to say;

Deacon opened his mouth.

Yet no words escaped.

he stuck out his tongue before biting down with every ounce of force he

CRACK

shoved the detonator between the man's teeth, jamming his

your tongue and bled out, your heart would not stop beating immediately. A Martial Senior like myself could effortlessly clear ten kilometers before you actually die," Rui informed

eyes widened with infuriated shock at the fact that Rui

there was silence as the two of them beheld

do when I got my hands on you. Would I chop you up into little bits, or would I try some of the torture methods that were practiced during the medieval age back in previous life? I was never able to decide. Yet, I was always certain I would

that this moment has actually arrived, I don't feel even the slightest shred of rage,

he hated with a venomous intensity. He delved within himself, trying to understand himself. Naturally, his senses were

was too weak, I hated you more than anything. Yet, now that I am strong enough to act on my hatred, I don't feel anything…" Rui murmured as he gained a deep understanding of himself.

more than anything. His inability to eliminate a threat to himself and his family. That was the true source of

now it was gone, to a large

out the detonator

gritted his teeth.

THWOOM

fired off Death's Sympathy. Yet this time, he hyper-focused the projectile like a scalpel rather than a bullet. It plunged into the man's skull,

annihilated his

however,

was not

outside of the carriage, taking one last look at Chairman Deacon's living corpse, before activating his Martial

he was more than

THWOOM!

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