The Martial Unity

Chapter 2213: Greetings

Her presence as the leader of the operation brought great confidence to the group of masters she would be leading in the war against the Sekigahara Confederate. It was difficult to

imagine her losing to anybody in the Master Realm.

Yet, even she could only do so much.

For many Martial Masters, this was their first time in a Master-level battle of such scale.

The air tingled.

It pricked at the skin even after the briefing and the final preparations for the dispatch were complete.

”Rui.”

His attention was drawn by his friends who approached him.

”How are you doing?” Master Ceeran asked with a stiff smile. ”I had to psychologically condition myself to bring myself to peak form for this battle.”

Rui understood his sentiment, of course.

But he didnʼt share it.

It took everything he had to stop a silly excited grin from appearing on his face.

”Iʼm doing just great,” he replied with a restrained tone. ”The past few months have been mind-numbingly boring. I look forward to not just this battle but to the entirety of the third Great East Panamic War.”

Headmaster Aronian smiled warmly with a knowing tone. ”I expected you to say that. You will finally gain the experience you sought. Although this battle will not give you the same amount of experience as the sparring battles you have had in the manifold, it will give you a far higher quality of experience. I suspect this war will be extremely fruitful in that regard and will most likely build your intuition and instinct far more than any amount of mundane sparring ever could.”

Rui nodded. This was what he was hoping for as well. He hoped that this war would completely bridge the gap with higher quality experience that only something as significant as a Great East Panamic War could give him.

In addition, being faced with so many opportunities for Adaptive Evolution would give him the direction to create new techniques. After all, this was just as important as experience and was one avenue where he was lacking compared to other Martial Masters. He had not

saturated his Martial Art with as many techniques as possible.

Not even close.

This war would serve to show him what he needed and what the optimal path forward for his growth trajectory was.

”Be careful, however,” Master Zentra cautioned. ”Itʼs all well and good to seek out more experience, but it wonʼt do if you push too hard and end up dying due to going too far and biting more than you can chew. Understand your limits and push yourself to and not beyond them.”

Rui nodded. ”I am aware; I donʼt intend to do anything that will obviously get me killed.”

”In addition, remember what the purpose of the operation is,” Master Vericita reminded him. ”While you may gain more experience from trying to fight this as if it were a duel, our objective is to block and, eventually, drive back our enemies.”

Rui nodded again. ”I do not intend to act against Kandriaʼs interests.”

The handful of Martial Masters conversed with each other as they prepared for dispatch, collecting everything from emergency potions to general poison antidotes to a transmitter and a receiver for coordination.

However, there wasnʼt much else.

Soon enough, all final preparations were complete.

Yet, the air only grew more tense as the moment of dispatch approached.

Each and every Martial Master knew that this battle would be far bigger than anything that they had experienced in the past ninety years.

Not even the previous Great East Panamic War had such enormous Master level battles

because there had been far fewer Martial Masters and Sages back then.

How often did a battle featuring hundreds of Martial Masters occur?

It was a very limited number, even if one expanded the scope to the entirety of the Panama Continent. Such things simply did not happen except rarely.

Yet, without warning, they had already been thrust into such an extreme situation. It would be strange if the pressure didnʼt mount on them tremendously.

It wasnʼt that they didnʼt have confidence. They most certainly did. However, war was an extremely chaotic event. They could end up succumbing to the sheer chaos that ensued rather than due to their own shortcomings.

RUMBLE...!

Suddenly, each Master felt chills crawling down their skin.

The Apocalypse and Calamity-class siege weapons mounted on the mighty fort walls bordering the Kandrian Empire began revving into power.

The sheer amount of power that these weapons were generating was horrifying.

It dwarfed even Martial Sages in raw power.

The seismic radiation that they generated only grew as even more power was slowly

accumulated.

Until they were fired off all at once.

BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!

That was the day that Rui learned why they were called Calamity-class and Apocalypse-class

weapons.

They lived up to their name.

B000000000MMMMMM!!!!!

BOO0000000MMMMMM!!!!!

B000000000MMMMMM!!!!!

The weapons of mass destruction unloaded horrifying amounts of power one after another as massive and dense beams of pure annihilation emerged from the weapons, surging toward an incredibly distant, approaching target. Each of the beams expanded in diameter as they traveled across their trajectory to their targets more than ten thousand kilometers away. By the time they reached their targets, they were vast enough to encompass entire nations.

Their collisions razed the very foundation of the land, leaving nothing behind.

Nothing except for those who were powerful enough to dismiss the attacks, of course.

WHOOOSH!

With a single breath, the Martial Sages of the Sekigahara Confederate manipulated heaven

and earth to ward off the incoming devastating destruction.

Not even a single scratch could be seen upon their visages.

”Kandria greets us, brothers and sisters.” An elegant masculine voice emerged from the man

at the lead of the deep strike force.

He lightly dusted off the simple kimono that loosely adorned his Martial Body, sweeping his

long flowing hair back.

”Since theyʼve chosen to greet us so kindly...” his perilously soft voice continued as a bloodlust-laden smile appeared on his face, ”We should return the favor, shouldnʼt we?”

Predatory grins lit up the faces of Martial Artists of Sekigahara Confederate as they continued

down their paths, undeterred.

The battle had begun.