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.

enhanced brains on

ceiling of the temperature that she

upon the core of her Martial

sense that she was a grappler! Is her body temperature was extremely high, then grappling was a field of combat that was extremely compatible with her. It would exploit her strengths and give her far

wondered how Askin

shot towards Askin, charging to get into contact

WHOOSH

incredibly low that he would be fine

the reflexes he displayed were extremely quick. He dodged the strike at

she lashed out at Askin who stumbled out of her strike, rolling

continued chasing him around, but she literally couldn't even get

hue." he laughed.

He wiggled.

"He's drunk,

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

huh." Rui threw a resigned look at him.

would otherwise never be able to do. Like

coldly cut him off, causing Rui to feel violent dreadful chills climb up his spine. The sheer force of her mind far

mischievously raising his hands, completely unbothered by

hadn't even noticed

away some sweat, shaking his head inwardly.

turned back to the battle, pondering about Askin, who had still gone

also consquentially ceded control of

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

This meant that alcohol was potentiall more beneficial to Martial Apprentices

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