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.

and harder fight against. The boy stared at him with pitch-black eyes, and Rajak felt naked

he fought incredibly smoothly against Rajak, almost as though he knew what Rajak would do before he even did it, and

struck him as an all-rounder, but his fighting style kept changing and altering growing

WHOOSH

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a bicycle kick on his head. Rajak

of him, sandwiching him ins a storm of attacks; swift and numerous on one side and powerful and

significantly. He was at the stage where he was coughing blood. His mental faculties had taken a hit from the damage and fatigue from combating the constant bombardment from three

of escape were becoming

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

a large sound broke him out

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Han grimaced as collapsed

Han's leg broken in a horrible manner. The Martial

was as good as dead. He would never be able

fighting were

and battered with

collapsed to a knee, she

from

chance in hell whatsoever. Only the pinnacle of

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pain. He looked around, the Martial Apprentices circled around him like wolves ready to

Han and Feilin,