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.

eyes bloodshot red. His nails drew blood from how hard his fists were clenched. He looked older than Rui had realized with Riemannian Echo. His skin had grown paler and aged. His hair had greyed significantly in

It was spontaneous, yet he had already uttered it before he realized

say; he didn't know

Deacon opened his mouth.

Yet no words escaped.

his tongue before biting down with every ounce of force he could

CRACK

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

not stop beating immediately. A Martial Senior like myself could effortlessly clear ten kilometers before you actually

widened with infuriated shock at the fact

silence as the two of them beheld each

the opportunity to get your last words out, you would just use it to try and kill yourself, knowing you…" Rui sighed. He turned back to the man. "You know, I've always wondered what I'd do when I got my hands on you. Would I chop you up into little bits,

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

For some reason, he was unable to muster up any desire to torment the man that he thought he hated with a venomous intensity. He delved within himself, trying to understand himself. Naturally, his senses were at peak alertness. Every twitch the man made, everything within dozens of

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

own weakness that he hated more than anything. His inability to eliminate a threat to himself and his family. That was the true source

gone, to a

pulled out the detonator

man gritted

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 consciousness

however, kept

not satisfied

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

he was more than ten kilometers away. He

THWOOM!

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