The Martial Unity

Rui circled around the village in the forest. All of the remaining gang members’ attention was focused on the direction that Vranil had gone in. Rui circled around where the security and surveillance had been reduced drastically. The death of twelve of their members and now the deathly silence of the forest after all the noise that had come earlier had caused a lot of panic and anxiety.

Rui intended to exploit the chaos to take them down swiftly and quickly without giving them any chance to properly fight back. He reached the edge of the village, arriving at a field barricaded by a fence.

Two men immediately spotted him. But it was too late.

POW POW

Two Tempestuous Ripples blasted at their heads, breaking their skulls and killing them on the spot.

CLASP

He caught both before they could hit the ground.

There were two other men at some distance.

POW POW

They collapsed.

Four down.

Rui used the tall crops as cover as he crouched beneath them, sprinting at top speed. There were guards patrolling the street, their eyes widened as they spotted him racing in at speeds that well-exceeded even that of cheetahs.

POW POW POW POW

Rui blasted them with swift Tempestuous Ripples instantly, ravaging their bodies.

At this point, the rest of the gang patrolling the village noticed the commotion.

Rui could hear their shouts as they raised the alert to the rest of the gang and soon the rest of the gang had become alert.

POW POW POW!

Rui never let anyone who caught an eye live, bombarding them with Tempestuous Ripples. The crops were a great place to hide as it gave him great cover across a great amount of area. He engaged in guerilla warfare from the very beginning, taking them down one-by-one using the element of surprise and deception and confusion.

The problem for the gang members was they had no idea what was happening. None of the remaining surviving gang member had gotten even a glimpse of Rui, which is why they weren’t dead, yet. Furthermore, with the fear and paranoia of the fictional predator beast that Rui had created, at the very least half of them thought the beast had killed their boss and come for them.

Had they known it was a Martial Artist from the start, they would have used the villagers as hostages, which inevitably would have led to their deaths. The villagers absolutely would have died if Vranil was here since the gang members would have begun killing them when Rui refused to listen to their demands of surrender.

But this way, he could get rid of them without a single villager being so much as hurt.

BAM BAM BAM!

One by one, they all began dropping like flies until the final group huddled together with their backs facing each other.

BOOM!

Multiple overlapping Tempestuous Ripples converged on the entire group straight down from the sky. Flattening them to death.

Rui landed right in between the corpses.

He sighed.

It was over. Suddenly, the door to one of the buildings opened on the street.

“Don’t move!” A Ruyloken gang member yelled. In front of him was a child, and to her head was a musket.

Rui simply stared at him, waiting. There was a chance he could rush over extremely swiftlyand kill him before the man could even react, but he didn’t want to risk it. The man had wisely kept quite a lot of distance between them.

“Get on the ground!”

Rui didn’t listen to him, he simply waited.

“I said, GET ON THE GROU-“

BLINK

BAM!

He died before he could even process it.

His corpse flew across the village, his head had been mangled to a bag of flesh pulp by the Flowing Canon that Rui had hit him with.

The little girl broke down shivering as she began crying at the top of her voice. The villagers who had been rounded and housed when Vranil left all came out in shock and bewilderment. Their eyes widened in horror at the gory and bloody scene.

They were far too shocked to understand that they had been freed. Furthermore, the trauma of seeing such blood and gore had been too much for many, they began puking on the side of the road. Several even fainted.

It had taken them a brief while of acclimatization, before one of them walked over to him with grateful eyes, asking him a question in another language.

He shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

The woman widened her eyes, switching languages. “I see, so you’re not from the Kingdom of Grahal.”

“No, I’m not.” He told them. “I am a Martial Artist of the Kandrian Martial Union. I was commissioned to eliminate the Royluken Gang.”

A wave of surprise rippled through the villagers at those words. Their reactions varied. Some were just overwhelmed and completely broke down. Some just stared at him in disbelief. Most expressed genuine gratitude to him through their tears.

“Who commissioned you to save us?” One asked incredulously.

“A girl named Fria.” He replied. This drew an even stronger reaction to them.

“She’s alive!” An elderly woman fell to her knees as she sobbed in relief as a man teary-eyed man comforted her. “I told you she was, she’s strong.”

The woman turned to Rui. “Where is she? Where is my daughter? Is she safe?”

Rui nodded. “She’s in the kingdom of Grahal. I have already notified the Kandrian Martial Union of the successful completion of mission, which in turn will have likely already notified her. I imagine she’s on her way here already.”

“Thank you. Thank you for saving us.” She held his hands in hers.

“Not at all.” Rui replied. “I was just doing what I was paid to do. Your daughter is the who is truly to be praised.”

He took the necklace Fria had given him, returning it to her mother. “Please give that back to Fria when you see her. Goodbye.”

He turned around and sprinted away heading in the direction of the Kandrian Empire.