The Martial Unity

For a moment, he was frozen.

Unfortunately for him, Master Sera was not kind enough to let the opportunity slide.

BOOOM!!

He barely managed to scramble together a guard before the powerful attack crashed into it.

“Imagine never outgrowing childhood fears,” Master Sera sneered. “Does East Panamic Treaty Alliance cover the cost of all the diapers you wear to each fight?”

His eyes sharpened at his words.

BAM BAM BAM!!!

She blasted him with an onslaught of attacks, one after another.

“So tell me, why are you afraid?”

She sounded just like any other concerned and warm clinical psychologist.

It almost made one want to truly open up to her.

“Too powerless to save the people who loved you?”

POW POW POW!!

He barely managed to deal with incoming powerful jabs that threatened to break his nose.

A delightful smile emerged on her face. “Ah… I see.”

BAM BAM BAM!!!

His guard shook with the devastating impacts that she peppered him.

“You were never loved in the first place, were you?”

He froze where he stood.

That was a mistake.

BOOOOM!!!

CRACK

A thunderingly swift kick cleanly crashed into his ribs, launching him away with broken ribs. On the outside, Master Sera’s expression was relaxed and confident.

Inwardly, however, her mind was furiously engaging in thought. Despite already being under the influence of her pheromones and passive hypnosis, he was not losing control of himself like most Masters did.

‘He has extremely disciplined self-control over himself,’ she mused. ‘This kind of Martial Artist does not lose his temper and go off on a rampage. In which case…’

She would need to break him with despair.

Hardly something new to her.

However, what was new to her was how passive her opponent was. Normally, right about now, her opponents would be trying their best to kill her. She found their desperate attempts to kill her before she could continue speaking to be quite thrilling. She fed off their desperation.

Yet, even though she clearly had a significant effect on him, he had not retaliated even once. In fact, he had not attacked her a single time since the battle began.

That only made her suspicious.

What was his objective?

She knew that he had come for her.

Yet, he didn’t fight to attack her.

‘Is this a part of his Martial Path, or is he simply stalling for something to happen?’ her eyes narrowed. ‘…Or both?’

Unfortunately, she didn’t even know what his Martial Art even was to make that judgment. Regardless, she was certain that he was holding back for some reason.

However, she didn’t know or care about the reason.

“If you’re too afraid to kill yourself, I can do it for you.”

BAM BAM BAM!!!

She peppered his Body with swift jabs, targeting his vitals with each attack. If not for his remarkably swift, active defense, he wouldn’t have been able to deal with his offense. Yet, the intensity in his dark eyes continued rising.

Not even his deep poison immunity could prevent her pheromones from affecting her. The substances that she released were compounds that were already present in one’s body. Thus, the body accepted them without any problems and without feeling the need to release antibodies.

This way, her Martial Art was effective even on poison-oriented Martial Artists and even those who had gained immense immunity to poisons.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

POW POW POW!!

“Why are you so afraid?”

BAM BAM BAM!!!

“An unloved child with black hair and black eyes.”

His expression darkened.

“Ah…” she realized the truth. “I see.”

A gleeful grin emerged on her face as she started laughing uncontrollably.

“The Curse of Asmodeus must have made your childhood even more shit than it already was, huh?” she smirked. “But if those eyes bothered you so much, then why didn’t you just tear them out of your skull? I mean, a blind orphan gets a lot of sympathy points, you know? Pfft!”

The air around him grew more perilous as his eyes grew

“Hey, on the bright side, at least you didn’t get diddled.”

BAM BAM BAM!!!

“After all,” she sneered. “It’s so disgusting that not even the most deviant of perverts wants anything to do with you.”

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

He skidded away as he defended against her fearsome, unrelenting barrages, only to find himself face-to-face with an onslaught of wind blasts.

WHOOSH

He blew white-hot fire, using the immense temperature to dispel the wind.

“Nobody loves you.”

BAM BAM BAM!!!

“Nobody wants you.”

POW POW POW!!!

“I feel bad for your mother.”

BOOOM!!

A powerful charging impact fueled by winds and sound launched him away.

“If I knew that my unborn child would grow up to be a pathetic coward afraid of everything, I would abort you with my own fists.”

He stiffened with each word she uttered, leaving several split seconds of openings where he

was unprotected by any active technique.

SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT!

Her elbow tore away at his flesh, leaving light gashed across his entire body as they flashed in blinding arcs of blood. As she continued speaking, she could feel her provocations working bit by bit. His slip-ups grew more and more frequent, allowing her to land even more attacks and inflict more significant damage with each attack.

But there was no doubt that she had gained a self-reinforcing hold on her opponent. With the way things were tending, it wouldn’t be too long before she could kill herself.

She found his truly extraordinary discipline to be a shame; she was a glutton for easy targets. She would have loved to watch them commit suicide in front of everyone she would be able to use to get a head start on manipulating all the other Martial Masters in the battle to commit

suicide as well.

“Oh well,” A cruel smile emerged on her face. “Time to cure your fear.”

In the blink of an eye, she appeared before him with a jab surging towards his neck in a

moment of weakness, ready to kill him then and there.

What followed exceeded her fathoming.

WHOOSH

The world disappeared.

In its place, a familiar broken mirror appeared before her.