The Martial Unity

Martial Squires possessed power that was a whole realm above that of Martial Apprentices, literally. Rui had never gotten a chance to witness two Squires fighting each other, so he was as excited as a child would be in their first theatre experience.

There were many Martial Apprentices who had come to witness this, having all been seated at a considerably great distance from the arena.

This was done on purpose. Martial Squires were so ridiculously powerful that just being near them was incredibly dangerous. Furthermore, they were so superhumanly fast that if the Martial Apprentices were too close, their eyes would be entirely unable to follow the fight on any level whatsoever.

It was easier to perceive speedy objects from a distance rather than up close. Rockets moved at dozens of times the speed of sound yet human had no problem keeping track of them with the naked eye from a distance.

There was a general sense of excitement in the air, when suddenly multiple heavy presences pushed on the atmosphere.

Squire Kyrie and Dylon walked into the facility with their Martial uniforms on, they were Squire instructors Rui was familiar with, having trained by them until quite recently. The Squire uniforms were quite different from the ones Rui was accustomed to as a Martial Apprentice. They made their way to the center of the Squire facility, ignoring the students. This wasn't an academic event, and the students were free to watch or leave if they wanted to.

Of course, an overwhelming majority of students were interested in observing Squires fight seriously, only a few of them, even from Martial families had experienced this before.

Squires Kyrie and Dylon took their positions on the arena first, putting five meters of distance between them.

"It's been a while since we sparred, Kyrie." Dylon chuckled. "Since this is a special occasion, let's make a bet. If I win, you have to go out on a date with me."

That earned a bit of a commotion from the students.

Kyrie merely snorted wordlessly, taking a neutral stance with an open-palmed arm extended forward and a closed-fist arm tucked a bit behind.

Dylon on the other hand, chose an aggressive offensive stance with one fist at his waist, coiled with power ready to lash out and the other fist a bit in front of him at chest height, pointing straight at Kyrie's face.

Their stances reflected their styles, Dylon was naturally an offense-oriented Martial Artist as the head instructor of the offense training facility, while Kyrie was an all-rounder, being the head instructor of the combat training facility.

and alertness heightened, the atmosphere grew heavier by the second, weighing on the minds of the

as he slowly closed the distance between them,

POW

promptly blocked with ease. He threw several light jabs against Kyrie's guard, just

then the

kick with

SWISH

withstood while rotating to deflect

POW POW POW

threw a flurry of strikes

Fist.

Knuckle.

Palm.

Chop.

striking was incredibly

she had great versatility, Dylon seemed to have even more. He launched an even greater barrage

amazing, he's gaining an

that Kyrie can still hold parity against

be extremely good at any one field. Rui himself

the earth, sending mild reverberations and shockwaves as far as the Martial Apprentices, earning their

performing as well as she did in

as she was, she was still

she disengaged,

can't best you in contest