The Martial Unity

1537 The Power of Youth

Kane had always known that his circumstances were strange. Or rather, he known ever since he told his story to Rui, who had pointed out some inconsistencies, hinting that perhaps there was more to the story.

A Martial Apprentice, no matter how brilliant, was not capable of resisting such a powerful force. He later learned that even the political protection from the Lightning Sect was not enough simply because he wasn't valuable enough to spend tons of political capital to resist.

"So all that torment you put me through… All that bullshit that I had to go through. You did it all just to give me a drive?" Kane gritted his teeth, clenching his fists.

"That's right," Sage Damian calmly replied. "I did you a favor. My son, power is everything in this world. The weak perish. The strong consume. Weakness would cause not just you, but also everyone you love, suffering. Weakness itself is evil. Being weak in this world is no different from killing yourself and everyone you love, that is why I drove you to covet power."

"That is the most demented thing I've ever heard." Kane's expression crumpled anger, almost quivering fury. "You could have just loved me like a normal father, instead you filled your son with hatred and fear, and you call it love. Fuck off with that bullshit!"

"Love you like a normal father, eh?" Sage Damian's voice had been reduced to a whisper. "And what good would that have done you? Look at that little wench friend of yours, the one who is touted as one of the three geniuses of your generation."

Kane tilted

in the world, did he not?" Sage Damian remarked. "What good did that do her? She's merely a grade-four Martial Squire after all this time. She had the astronomical potential to

gone through, that you have relentlessly pushed yourself through, regardless of whether it's because of your old drive or your new one, have allowed you to maximize

simply stared at him in

the pinnacle of the Squire Realm at an extraordinary pace," Sage Arrancar remarked. "Reaching this level at at the age of twenty-six is certainly a highly optimistic sign about your future. Fact of the matter is that not

Martial Artists grow stronger

parameters reduce significantly, putting hard limits on long-term growth." Sage Damian told Kane. "I have experienced this myself. It took me fourteen years to develop my last technique. And it

closed his eyes, heaving a brief sigh. "This is why breaking through younger is valued more. The younger you

broke through to the Senior Realm at

and thirty-five. Someone who reached the Senior Realm at the age of twenty-four would experience that prime age for more than perhaps fifty years instead of just ten, depending on their Martial Body. I cannot even begin to imagine the sheer amount of

prime ended, then he would always

see, I'll be sure to keep those

signed, if that's what you want. If you came here for nothing else, then get out

at his father's meditating form,