The Martial Unity

If Kane had been here, he would have been able to see through the technique with his incredible kinetic vision. Rui however, like everybody else, was having trouble even seeing what was happening.

(‘Definitely a formidable opponent. It seems all three of them are quite fancy.’)

Rui turned to the final grade-ten Martial Squire. One glance at him and Rui could tell that he was employing incredibly powerful breathing techniques. It was as though the very atmosphere shook when he breathed. He rapidly shifted across the battlefield in an extremely strange manner.

It took Rui a minute to figure out what was happening. (‘He’s controlling his movements through the atmosphere via his breathing techniques!’)

Rui couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrow as he noted that the speed and power he exhibited did not match the weight and size of the Martial Body. It appeared that he had strengthened his breathing to such a degree, that he could use to manipulate his entire body like a puppet, where the strings were the air around him. 

He flashed around the battlefield at a blurringly high speed, Martial Artists fell left and right as he struck them with swift and incredibly powerful blows that they were simply unable to defend against. His offense was incredibly diverse as he employed a variety of principles against his opponents. Blunt force, piercing, grappling, vital targeting, and even wind and sound-based attacks.

Unlike the other two, his Martial Art was not hyper-limited to a singular field.

(‘I definitely need to form a substantial predictive model on him,’) Rui narrowed his eyes as he analyzed all his movements.

The other Martial Artists no longer even mattered to Rui, they may as well have already been disqualified while Rui was merely watching demonstrations from each of his opponents.

And he was impressed with what he saw.

Each of them faced an even greater amount of numerical disadvantages as several squads of Martial Squires led by grade-nine Martial Squires, comprised of grade-eight Martial Squires leaped on each of the grade-ten Martial Squires. Yet despite these oppressive circumstances, not a single one of them fell.

They withstood. They resisted. They pushed back.

And in the end, they prevailed.

At the end of it all, there were only four Martial Squires left.

The three of them and Rui.

The three of them regarded each other with respect and acknowledgment. This was the outcome they hoped for. While each of them pursued their Martial Paths for different reasons the stemmed from entirely different pasts, one thing they each had in common was that none of them wanted to see the truly strong overcome by an army of pathetic weaklings.

This was the outcome they had hoped for, and the outcome that they had predicted. That they would crush any and all schemes that the weaklings cooked and would face each other in the end to decide which one of them would become the Seonmun Champion.

There was just one variable that they had not expected.

Rui.

It was complicated. Each of them had heard of the monster that apparently was too strong for the Squire-level training facilities. As Martial Artists who each used those same facilities and had no problems, that was not something that could be ignored, if true.

If true, that was.

When they actually saw Rui, they realized that those rumors were insubstantive. A Martial Squire who was a few notches below them could not possibly accomplish such things. They had immediately dismissed him as a threat. They were each other’s only competitors.

Then, Rui stopped holding back. The power he displayed drew their attention even while they were under immense pressure. It was clear that they had failed to evaluate him properly, or he had the ability to hide his strength. This wasn’t an unheard of ability, many Martial Artists developed a similar ability, and it was most commonly seen in covert fields. They just hadn’t expected to see it from Rui since he was clearly not someone in that field.

Regardless, it didn’t matter.

The fact of the matter was, he was among the final four, and he had earned his way there. Not even they could deny that. 

However, Rui wasn’t entirely pleased with the circumstances. The three of them had sustained a few injuries, having faced much greater oppression from the competitors. Rui, on the other hand, was unharmed.

He got up, walking towards all of them. 

“Squire Falken,” One of them regarded him. “I had heard tha-!”

BOOM!

Rui launched a powerful Mighty Roar Flash Blast, at him. Yet even he couldn’t help but crack a smile when the man dispelled the attack with ease.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” The older man tutted. 

Yet that attack had already served a green light of sorts. The spectators held their breath as the four strongest Martial Squires abruptly lashed out into combat, with the four of them battling against each other.

It was supposed to all four of them against the other three. 

Yet, much to their shock, this wasn’t the case.

Much to their shock, one of them managed to gain an edge against all the other three.

Rui grinned as he went all-out, partially activating Hypertrophic Surge and Void Forestep at fifty percent intensity each.

His power and speed skyrocketed.

The three of them froze as they felt chills crawling up their skin. Their expression grew more severe as Rui exhibited pressure that didn’t quite seem to belong within the Squire Realm. A profoundly deep sense of peril grew within their hearts as they witnessed his body undergoing changes that they didn’t understand.

Yet one thing they did understand.

Whatever he was, he needed to be stopped before he trampled all over them.

The three of them ceased their conflict with each other as they each turned to face Rui with grim expressions, surrounding him from all directions.

The spectators grew stunned as the three grade-ten Martial Squires joined forces to fight Rui!

The battle had taken an extreme turn as Rui began experiencing an immense amount of pressure from all directions!