The Martial Unity

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Rajak smacked Rui away with a swift kick. But he was immediately rushed by Fae and Kane. One launched an immensely powerful palm attack, the other riddled him with incredibly speedy strikes.

He turtled up, crouching with his arms in front of him as he retreated trying to put some space between them.

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"Argh!" He grimaced as Rui landed a kick straight on his head. Just as he turned to swing at Rui;

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THWACK

Fae and Kane resumed their offense forcing him to just barely defend against them. The three of them bombarded him with attacks from three directions, giving him no time or space to consolidate his defense.

All three of them were menaces for three different reasons.

Fae had the greatest firepower among three of them, surpassing even his own. Every attack chipped away at his defense, inflicting some amount of damage. She was a relentless canon, who fired with the intention of taking him down with every strike. As far as game-ending attacks went, she was the strongest of the three. He paid an immense of attention to her, because he knew that of the three of his opponents, she was the likeliest to actually take him down if he made a mistake.

However, the one who truly irritated him was Kane. The boy's speed and agility were a level above his, furthermore, he was far more nimble, smaller, and mobile than Rajak himself was. He danced around, squiggling his way through narrow spaces and landing a flurry of attacks from everywhere. Landing an attack was practically impossible, especially with the other two. He frustrated Rajak the most.

However, the one that unsettled Rajak the most was the third one. As far as only Martial Art techniques went, he was the weakest of the three. Rajak could tell he had only barely formed the foundation of his Martial Art.

kid fought better and better, and grew harder and harder fight against. The boy stared at him with pitch-black eyes, and Rajak felt naked in front of his gaze. He felt transparent,

Rajak, almost as though he knew what Rajak would do before he even did it, and even knew exactly what needed to be done in order

an all-rounder, but his fighting style kept changing and altering growing strangely more and

WHOOSH

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Rajak, landing a bicycle kick on his head. Rajak grimaced,

sandwiching him ins a storm of attacks; swift and

condition significantly. He was at the stage where he was coughing blood. His mental faculties had taken a hit from the

escape were

able to use some offensive techniques open up some distance between all of us, I'll be in a bad condition but I will have a clean chance to escape.') He began planning. ('Once I hide even for a brief few seconds, I should be able to partially consume a healing potion, escape will

then, a large sound broke him out of

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Han grimaced as

broken in a horrible manner. The Martial Artists of

moment, that he was as good as dead. He would never be

bandits left fighting were Rajak

glanced at his second-in-command with hopelessness. She was bloody, and battered with wounds all over her body.

Feilin had already collapsed to a knee,

gone from eight-on-four to now

was strong, but against eight Martial Apprentices, he stood no chance in hell whatsoever. Only the pinnacle of Martial Apprentices had

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in pain. He looked around, the

Han and Feilin, they were