The Martial Unity

Chapter 1312 Technique Principles

Chapter 1312 Technique Principles

"Have the staff contact the PrimaInfra corporation," Senior Sarak replied calmly, never taking his eyes off Rui and Ieyasu. "They were the ones that helped set up the island for continued habilitation in the first place. Have the staff contact the Bradt Distribution Services as well, only they can transport the massive amounts of supplies needed to do any civil maintenance."

The two of them nodded at those words before their eyes fell on the two unconscious Martial Seniors.

"Incredible, aren't they?" The man murmured, as he turned, taking the two of them back to the island "It's a shame that they're going to leave."

"You don't know that." Senior Xanarn murmured.

"Don't I?" Senior Sarak raised an eyebrow. "I know you promised Falken that you would devote yourself to him to repay your debt. But hoping that he would remain here is a pipe dream."

He glanced back at the two of them. "They're destined for so much more than being the guardians of an island. This island will only stifle their potential."

She opened her eyes. "Even so, I am prepared."

Silence brooded between them.

It was not a pleasant topic for the other two Martial Seniors, but alas, what could they do?

It was true that she was indebted to him. It was also true that they couldn't force her to stay.

"Let's leave those matters for later."

They swiftly returned to the island, promptly having the two Martial Seniors diagnosed in the medical department.

"They have merely suffered a concussion, they will wake up soon."

And wake up, he did.

Rui groaned as he opened his eyes.

He had a splitting headache. Yet not even that could prevent a smile from emerging on his face as he took a long deep breath in.

'I am a Martial Senior.' It was actually embarrassing that he couldn't stop smiling about it.

But how could it be helped? After everything that he had gone through, breaking through to Martial Senior was everything that his soul and sanity needed. 

It was soothing.

He hadn't lost his desire for power, certainly not, but it did not eat away at him the way it did when he returned to the island the day yesterday. He was no longer weak, or at least, he was exponentially stronger than he was before. Just that knowledge alone was like a deep massage to the mind.

He felt as though his rationality had returned. He would be lying if he had said that he was in the most rational state of mind in the past few weeks.

He was not a computer, though he had come to become a lot closer to one than anyone could possibly imagine. The depths of the inner workings of his mind were beyond anybody's fathoming.

'Ah... That's not entirely true.' Rui narrowed his eyes as he thought about the man he had just fought.

Tokugawa Ieyasu. He was perhaps the only man who understood the depth of Rui's mind. 

Rui didn't entirely understand how the man's mind-reading technique worked, but there was no doubt that it was the most powerful mental and sensory technique that Rui had ever seen. It was definitely more potent than the All-Seeing Eye, and Riemannian Echo, two grade-ten techniques, as far as its potency went. Easily one of the most impressive techniques that Rui had ever seen.

'He's reading brain waves caused by neural activity.' Rui narrowed his eyes.

Brain activity was nothing more than an enormous set of electrical impulses flying from neuron to neuron inside the brain. Traveling charges generated electromagnetic fields, according to Maxwell's Theory of Electromagnetism. These two facts together meant that the brain generated an extraordinarily weak electromagnetic field that was uniquely affected by thoughts, emotions, and other neural processes.

It was not impossible to gain insight into those neural processes through the electromagnetic field generated by those neural processes. In fact, it was easier than one might think.

Back on Earth, this technology had already made rather impressive progress by the time he was an old man in the twenty-first century. There were already many research teams that had developed prototypes of various products that employed mind-reading technology in them.

Of course, they were far from sophisticated or refined, but they were very much possible.

As far as he was aware, such technology did not exist on the Panama Continent, however, with all the things that Martial Art had accomplished, a mind-reading technique was not absolutely impossible. It would be extremely difficult, but not impossible.

He couldn't imagine how much difficulty Ieyasu had gone through to create that technique. 

In fact, Rui had a feeling that was probably the only technique that had Ieyasu's individuality in it. It was probably the only technique that was his. Every other technique that Ieyasu had thrown against Rui was someone else's. 

It meant that one technique alone was enough to singlehandedly give his Martial Art all the individuality needed to extract the Martial Heart and become a Martial Senior. The only thing on par with that level of individuality Rui had was the VOID algorithm, and that was something that took two lives to realize.

'What absurd talent. He has raw talent on par with Fiona, and a Martial Path pretty much on par with mine.' Rui shook his head.

Fiona, as a Martial Apprentice, had the raw talent needed to master every field she came across. Ieyasu most likely had similar talent. It was necessary. How else could he replicate all kinds of Martial Art techniques of all fields on the spot and execute them better than their original wielders?

He had a deep foundation in all of those fields. At the age of thirty.

'At my age actually, if I take into account the fact that he was already at the pinnacle six years ago when he became the number one ranked guardian of the Floating Sect.' Rui sighed in admiration.

He was glad that they met. Who else could have possibly broken each other through? 

He was glad that they both managed to live. Although he had resolved to mercilessly butcher with all his power in order to make sure he didn't sabotage his chances of breaking through by holding back, he didn't enjoy killing.