The Martial Unity

Leonel's senses were like sparks running through his body. He could feel his Reactions increase again, reaching 0.93.

With another dodge, he entered the two meter radius of the Priest, swinging downward with all his might.

'His controlled strikes are interrupted when he has to form a shield… But if the shield is made, it can sustain itself for a period while he creates the next…!'

A sharp reverberating strength traveled through Leonel's body as his silver rod violently crashed against the Priest's barrier. It was painful, but his body was resistant. The glow in his eyes only grew fiercer when he saw the barrier give way a bit.

The Priest's next shot was at point blank range, but Leonel's reactions were too quick. The former's arm had only barely twitched when Leonel shifted his body, dodging the next strike.

At such a close distance, the controlled shots had become meaningless. With their poor agility, if Leonel timed a dodge well enough, the Priest could end up hurting himself.

'He can only shoot these strikes of energy from the hand wielding his dagger. But is that true? Or is it superstition? When he threw the girl over, he clearly used a hand without the dagger in it…'

The Priest's arm suddenly shot forward. Maybe believing that his shield would be down soon, he preemptively struck, his strength soaring past his base stats once again.

But Leonel was ready. With the Priest's poor coordination, catching Leonel off guard was too tall a mountain to climb. At the same time, however, the Priest was more clever than Leonel gave him credit for.

The instant his arm punched toward Leonel, another strike of energy was sent forth. Except this time, there was no two second wait like Leonel was expecting.

Caught completely off guard, Leonel's eyes widened in shock. In those split seconds, he managed to tell that the strike was shooting forward at a speed of 0.94 and it was completely impossible for him to dodge.

'That dagger… it can charge and store attacks too… Shit.'

Leonel managed to shift his shoulder out of the way of the Priest's punch, but the flash of energy barreled into his left hip, treating Leonel's armor like scrap metal and fracturing his hip bone before its strength dissipated.

A cold breath rushed through Leonel's teeth as he spun like a top. He had never felt such excruciating pain in his lifetime. He was certain that the him of just a few months ago would blackout in an instant.

'… If he has another one…'

Leonel's heart trembled. But luckily, even with his vision growing foggy, he could sense the Priest gathering energy once more. Whether it was because his dagger's ability had a timer, or because he didn't feel it was necessary to use it again, or maybe because he couldn't, it didn't matter.

With a wince, Leonel collapsed to the ground, but he had already pulled out another atlatl.

All this time, the Priest had completely forgotten about his ability to throw. How could he not, Leonel made a big show of throwing his atlatl away as though it was useless to him. Those action made the Priest completely miss the fact that Leonel had three more to his right hip. And just now, he just so happened to have landed by one of the darts the Priest blocked when he first entered this place.

If someone asked his best friend James… He

the pain in his hip from traveling

he plucked the damaged dart from the ground and fitted

the Priest noticed that something was wrong, it was already too late. He was in the middle of conjuring another energy strike and he would have to cancel it in order to form a shield. But that singular second

of energy he had left, Leonel balanced himself on his only good hip and butt, angling his torso up as he

drawn from Leonel's arm to the Priest's neck. The splintered wood of the dart lodged into the latter's throat, causing a fountain of blood to rain down as the Priest collapsed, his dagger falling along

this, the last bit of will that held Leonel together collapsed. He fell back, a familiar pain returning to his left hip that almost

had gone out to fight, but there was no telling when they'd be back. He needed to

ended? Send

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fuck's sake. It can't be that they won't teleport

he would definitely smash

side and gripped it. Using it as a crutch, he slowly pulled himself up, relying on

up. He didn't know how it worked, or if he could even use it, but he

seemed to want to kick in. She was truly a beauty with delicate brown skin, though it was now covered in bruises and scrapes. She should have been around 20 years old, so though she

eyes from her most treasured places though she didn't seem to

alright?" Leonel

did, he started kicking himself. She couldn't understand a word he was saying, what the hell was wrong with

from her seated position as though shocked he was before her. Still, what shocked her even more was his kind gaze. She hadn't seen such a thing in a long while. Even her own parents had only looked toward her with sadness and grief after they learned she was the chosen virgin for the

by his metal helmet, it

as she recalled what happened. Looking toward the Priest's dead body, her

undulating beneath the far too fast beating of her

embarrassment and bent down with a worried

you'll

understand him. But he hoped

to stop beating

devilish stare that looked like

matter how quick Leonel's reflexes, with almost one half of his body being completely useless, and with how close the two

Leonel's body as he fell to his back. The breath was knocked out of him as he gasped in shock. But

rabid dog, snarling and screaming as she squeezed with all her might. It was as though the only wish she had in this world was for Leonel to

What was she doing? Even if she didn't thank him, she shouldn't be trying to