Rui smiled underneath his mask. "Of course."
A bunch of low-grade Martial Squires were so weak that they might as well have been Martial Apprentices to him, he probably wouldn't even notice the difference. Apparently, Farun didn't understand just how strong Rui was despite what the sect informed him. He would have picked a greater challenge if he did.
Nonetheless, Rui found himself facing all of the Martial Squires of the coup force in the Saiful Abyss which was far away from the direction that the Ferendul nation was.
They surrounded him, taking their stances. Rui simply stood in place, unable to feel even the slightest hint of pressure. He had reached a stage where he could simultaneously comfortably mop up multiple grade-ten Martial Squires with ease when he was a Martial Squire himself. High-grade Martial Squires were nothing short of weak, and he didn't even notice low-grade Martial Squires anymore.
"Any time." Rui remarked.
