The Martial Unity

Rui recalled what Fae and Kane had told him about these two.

Heat and alcohol.

These two Martial Artists employed these two phenomena in their Martial Art.

This was something Rui truly looked forward to. How could a Martial Artist fight with heat and alcohol? He didn't even know that this was possible! There were some techniques, but to make it your entire Martial Art?

The Martial Contest opened his eyes to so much that he hadn't seen before, it was truly shocking. Yet it incredibly exciting nonetheless.

"Take your stances." The referee instructed.

Ferlicia crouched, placing her open-handed arms in front of her.

('Grappling stance eh?') He mused.

Askin on the other hand, just shifted around in one place, imbalanced.

"Begin!" The referee commenced.

Ferlicia's skin grew incredibly red, as if she was blushing madly across every inch of her body, before dashing at Askin.

It was a sight that amazed Rui. She was increasing the temperature of her own body to an incredibly high degree!

The human body was actually capable of increasing body temperature to a high degree. It was capable of this and even did increase temperature in times of fevers. Through engogenous and exogenous pyrogens, it could cause a high elevation in the body's thermoregulatory set-point. However, the reason that it did not increase temperature beyond a small degree was because the brain simply couldn't handle extremely high temperatures.

Normal human brains, that is.

possessed enhanced brains

be surprised if this dramatically increased the ceiling of the temperature that she could withstand, that along

that he had stumbled upon the core of

her body temperature was extremely high, then grappling was a field of combat that was extremely compatible with her. It would exploit

Askin

charging to get into contact with

WHOOSH

that he would be fine even

It was a simple maneuver, but the reflexes he displayed were extremely quick. He

tutted, turning around as she lashed out at Askin who stumbled

continued chasing him around, but she

he laughed. "Can't catch

He wiggled.

amused. "He's drunk,

Dylon nodded. "You can trust me, I know drunk when

him.

allows you to do things that you would otherwise never be able to do. Like

violent dreadful chills climb up his spine. The sheer force of her

Squire Dylon chuckled mischievously raising his hands,

hadn't even noticed

sweat, shaking his head inwardly. ('I have

about Askin, who had still

it also consquentially ceded control of the body to the subconscious reflexive mind. Reflexes far surpassed

would likely be able to mitigate the downsides of being drunk that would normally severely impair

interest. This meant that alcohol was potentiall more beneficial to Martial Apprentices with some rigorous

this mean the Martial Artists with alcohol had to get drunk before