The Martial Unity

"WOOOOAAH" An adolescent cooed in excitement.

"Look at them fight!" Another kid beside exclaimed.

"They're so cool!"

"I wanna be a Martial Artist too!"

"Alright alright." Julian chided. "Settle down for now."

He got them to calm down, before glancing back at the ongoing matchup in amazement. It wasn't that he had never seen a Martial Apprentice, he had Rui, and he had also worked with several Martial Apprentices in studies, surveys and experiments conducted by the Kandrian Insitute of Sciences.

But he had never seen them in action going all out. Their performances were usually controlled and regulated for the sake of research.

This was truly the first time he had seen Martial Apprentices going all out. And the sight had left him speechless.

Furthermore, these Martial Artists were not ordinary run-of-the-mill Martial Apprentices he had interacted with in his time as an assistant scholar, they were the very best of their entire generation. They would likely go on to become the best of their Realm one day.

The sheer prowess the first six Martial Apprentice representatives had shown him had truly opened his eyes into the power of Martial Art.

"Big brother Julian." One of the adolescents called out. "When will Rui fight?"

"The fourth match is about to commence, which means he'll be fighting very soon." He replied. He inwardly grew tense. He had no idea how strong Rui was, he just hoped he would be fine holding his own in this group of monsters.

Somewhere else in the Martial Colosseum in the 1 st class seats of the Martial Colosseum.

than I expected." Kane sighed. "I'm

stronger than when I knew them." Fae remarked. "Especially Ian. Truth be told, I didn't think he was this strong. His talent as well as his age and the many years he's spent as a Martial Apprentice

majority of my fights against Ian Nepomaniachtchi. I wonder

he'll lose." Fae

snorted. "Are you

Fae replied perfunctorily. "Besides, forget about the third round, he still has his first

"He would have been called a prodigy if he was just a little more talented than

the development of his niche Martial Art." Hever replied. "He will

the Martial Contest up close. With the wealth of their families, the cost of this luxury

was to begin

Enchanting Willow Style representing the Verlain branch. A fearsome Martial Artist known as the

erupted in cheers and applause as Surman entered

aesthetically threatening about him. Yet anybody who spent too long looking at him felt like they were

The commentator declared. "A dark-horse entry into the ranks of the

frowned. "Flowing Void Style? I didn't know he named it

and fighting style lack a form, they're constantly and smoothly evolving and adapting to his opponent. It lacks an inherent fixed style or affinity

confident his interpretation was quite accurate. His logic was quite sound

was

incorporate the full-form of the VOID algorithm; the Variable Objective Inverse Deductive algorithm into the name so he used the phonetic

came about the Flowing

before the commentator could

stepped out earlier,

Not at all.