The Martial Unity

While the two Martial Masters were rushed for medical care, the remaining Martial Masters of the Martial Union could not help but look back on the battle between Rui and Master Grais.

"…How?" One Martial Master gritted his teeth. "How can one be that powerful at the age of thirty-five?! It doesn't make sense!"

They fell into thought at his words.

They would all be lying if they said they didn't share at least a bit of his frustration.

The average Martial Master broke through to the Martial Master at roughly the age of one hundred and fifty. The average Martial Master also broke through to grade seven in the Master Realm, which was the very beginning of the low-mid grade.

Some particularly talented, powerful, and experienced Martial Masters started off at much higher grades, like grade thirteen. These were geniuses who were not only talented in mind, body, Path, and Art but had cultivated their Martial Art for centuries before breaking through to the Master Realm.

Yet, none of them could even begin to fathom how Rui had actually broken through to the Master Realm at such a high level of power that he could defeat grade-nineteen Martial Masters without too much strain and even take down grade-twenty-three Martial Masters.

It made them feel like their entire lives had been a waste of time. "I had always known he had immense potential deep within him even when he was but a human." Headmaster Aronian smiled, closing his eyes as he recalled memories of old. "However, not even I could have imagined something like this was possible."

Not everyone took it as well as he did.

"…I was still a Martial Apprentice when I was thirty-five," Master Herel whispered.

He had been convinced that Rui would lose two matches out of three. Possibly all three.

He was a brand-new Martial Master, after all, and had only been a Martial Artist for twenty-one years.

That was nothing in his eyes.

time to amount to

Master Zereena while still holding back, he was

Grais and even obtained a pyrrhic victory, he was simply at a loss for words. It was as

was left feeling

much pride in being

close to that from

to a man less than one-tenth his age who may very well have been a high-grade Martial Master,

grinned pridefully. He glared at her. "Who let her in? She's not even a part of

don't take it out on me." She shrugged. "Take out on

words pricked at

he had some massive advantage as far as compatibility went, he did not think he would be

think he's cleared so soon. If the Sage Council is dissatisfied with this outcome, they can undo it with

His words were sharp.

Master Zentra narrowed his eyes. "As far as the provisions of the Martial Judiciary Delegation Act go, he has been

waved Master Zentra off. "They are the Sage Council. Should they will that he suffer consequences, then nobody can stop it from

except the Emperor of

The air grew heavy.

not even

"Zentra is right."

through the air,

if they did, with the Emperor of Harmony returning, they will not be able to do anything without threatening to provoke a civil

of the various Martial

of the consequences of a civil war at this moment," Master Sera's tone was

her message was

easily trigger the advent of the third East Panamic War," She remarked