The Martial Unity

A battle between Martial Seniors.

It was not something that human beings were qualified to bear witness to under normal circumstances.

The sheer power output of Martial Seniors was so high, that death was a certainty even if the spectators were hundreds of meters away. Such was the destructive power of those who had harnessed the full potential of the Martial Body.

Of course, the Kandrian Empire most certainly possessed the powerful infrastructure needed to allow spectators to survive and witness the riveting battle between Martial Seniors. That usually came at the cost of freedom in battle.

In this case, the Martial Senior battle was not a commercial event.

Thus, neither side saw fit to bother getting spectators.

This was purely a duel for the throne.

For the future of Kandria.

Naturally, because the stakes were so high, it instantly drew massive amounts of attention not just across Kandria but from across much of East Panama as well.

"What is he thinking?!" Chairman Decker exclaimed with horror. "He had a clear path to victory in the long run, which is trying to hasten the final step with such an absurd risk?!"

Guildmaster Bradt narrowed his eyes as he studied the report, maintaining his composure.

He had to admit that, on the surface, it was an incredibly stupid and irrational gamble. There was no need to try to secure the final supporter in a month when it was known he had four years left. It was better to use long-term strategies to secure the final high-ranking government official that he needed.

However, Guildmaster Bradt knew that Rui wasn't stupid.

Thus, it meant that Rui was aware of the risks and deemed them worth undertaking. It didn't really make sense why he would deem it worth undertaking unless he was extremely arrogant about his own Martial prowess or…

"…Or there's some other important consideration that he's hiding," Guildmaster Bradt narrowed his eyes.

He had no idea what it could be. Regardless, it didn't matter. He had already hedged his bet with Rui. Not even he could afford to pull out of a faction twice in rapid succession. He had invested a lot in Rui.

"Besides," He closed his eyes. "I do not believe that the prince would have taken this course of action had he not been confident. He also, in my experience, is able to accurately evaluate what he is and isn't capable of."

He would have never won the Shionel Dungeon War, as far as Guildmaster Bradt was concerned.

wait

sentiment that was echoed across the political sphere of

in the agreement, and it had already been signed and thus

waited and

trekking up a mountain in the depths of North Kandria, where the weather was so cold that it

yet?"

Frosty Lava is within the depths of the

it.

He clenched his fists.

it was

that most people would

have as his champion, they had purposefully only provided eleven because

couldn't help but at

succeed." He

mountain was difficult to tread through despite his Martial Body. It was caused by the presence of an esoteric ore known as Frosty Lava. An esoteric that glowed a

was a blizzard that was extraordinarily cold and powerful,

reached the peak of the

was a cave that retreated deep into the depths

sky-walked down the cave, along with his bodyguards, following the winding tunnels throughout the interior of the mountain. The air grew colder and

long before they arrived at what seemed like a lava lake, with streaks and lines

air was extraordinarily cold, stinging at even the

the cold that drew

No.

It was the power.

that radiated from the being submerged in the supernaturally cold

his eyes as he

his

Not from the cold.

But from the fear.

his teeth, clenching his fists. "I, the Martial Prince, request an audience with Sir Armstrong, the Gatekeeper of the

RUMBLE!

with shock as