The Martial Unity

Two months passed.

Rui continued his mission grind. Day-after-day, hour-by-hour. He relentlessly exposed himself to a wide variety of missions of different kinds. Occasionally he would form a party with his friends and complete some grade-nine missions, but otherwise he was mostly operating solo.

In these two months, he had gotten an immense amount of experience with mission completion. He had also consecutively gathered six thousand Martial credits in merely the span of two months. This was nearly thrice his previous rate, on average.

Part of the reason for this was because personal commissions were generally much more lucrative, and he had received a lot of them across the span of two months. Most of them were miscellaneous missions, but he did get enough missions of defense, offense and hunting classes to keep him going.

He had also continued with the sparring partner missions as well as his representative fighter commission with Nartha Freier.

outcomes that he was quite pleased with. All of those missions were remarkably well-suited to his Flowing Void

confirmed that the Martial Apprentices he had sparred with had grown much better in the span of two months. All of them had become remarkably more solid. Their Martial Art

No longer could Rui effortlessly exploit and abuse their weaknesses the way he did on day-one. Of course, he still defeated them even without Blink and the Stinger, however by the end of sixty

any other form of training could possibly result in such a drastic increase in efficiency and effectiveness. Perhaps

in such an unexpected boon. Perhaps he could reduce the frequency at which he accepted such commissions but still keep

able to either. The effectivity of his sparring training was not gone unnoticed. He had received many sparring partner commissions in the span of two months, not that he

gone even better. Two months later, he was still the defending champion. He had been knocked off his throne a few

VOID algorithm was more effective the more data they had. However, it still usually took him a few tries and even then,

had truly begun to feel his limitations in the past two months of fighting in the Martial games. Blink, Stinger and Phantom Step were now all well-known by all of those who came to fight him. It became far harder to execute these techniques in a fight. He needed to go through herculean effort in order to apply them the way he wanted, and it only kept

to set traps and be prepared for both of those techniques. Although most Martial Artists weren't as intelligent, strategic

a threat, but he still needed to be careful. He had broken his knee once