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.

POW

"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.

about the kid that was eerie. As the fight went on, the 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

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

style kept changing and altering growing strangely more and more

WHOOSH

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bicycle kick on his

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

the stage

chances of escape were becoming

chance. If I sacrifice defense to some extent, I'll be 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

a large sound broke him

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as collapsed to

a horrible manner. The Martial Artists of the

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

bandits left fighting

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

already collapsed to a knee,

battle had gone from eight-on-four to now effectively

stood no chance in hell whatsoever. Only the pinnacle of

BOOM

in pain. He

and Feilin, they were