The Martial Unity

"But." He said. "Not now. As you can see, I got Martial Apprentices to instruct over there."

He gestured over to some Martial Apprentices who were listening.

"No no sir, no need to bother with us."

"That's right, we can practice on our own for a while."

"You should also help other students out, not only us."

They quickly chimed in, insisting Squire Dylon spar with Rui then and there. Dylon sighed as Rui smirked. In the three years that he had been in the Martial Academy, he had earned a large fanbase among the newer batches of Martial Apprentices that had come along.

Furthermore, everyone could see that he had gotten much stronger than he was before. They were all curious to see how much stronger, and how far he could push Squire Dylon. It was a very rare event that they probably wouldn't get to see again. And they got to take a break.

"Hmph." He snorted as Rui smirked. "Popular, aren't you? Been here for only three years and you're more popular than I am."

Rui shrugged. He didn't give a damn about such things, never had and never would. "So, can we spar now?"

"Sure." He shrugged. With the other Martial Apprentices agreeing to put off their training to witness the spar, he had no reason not to agree.

Suddenly, a heavy pressure mounted onto Rui.

"Be warned though. I'm not nearly as gentle as Kyrie is." A small grin cracked on his face.

Rui smiled wryly. "I couldn't ask for more."

It wasn't long before they stood facing each other.

The sparring facility slowly morphed into a spectator stand as all the Martial Apprentices mysteriously took breaks at that moment together, and mysteriously gathered around the ring that Squire Dylon and Rui were in.

"Take your stances." A referee instructed with a much softer tone, considering he was instructing the head instructor, his superior.

Squire Dylon took an aggressive offensive stance with no care for defense. "I suppose limiting myself to grade-ten Apprentice level is good enough?"

"No." Rui replied, shaking his head.

"Well, we'll see. I'll just keep

"That works for me

closing

as his mind converged. The secondary brain revved up as a flux of information flowed between both brains. He dispelled the mask he had placed earlier, it consumed mental

Martial Apprentices shivered as a horrifying avalanche of mental pressure washed over them, suffocating

"Isn't something that belongs solely

his eyebrow rose as a grin cracked onto his face.

said as Rui took a defensive and evasive stance. He did not want to

The referee commenced

Martial Apprentice's body stood as Squire Dylon shot forward. The sheer force with which he pushed forward, churned the ground beneath

BOOM!

with a single step. He launched a

WHOOSH

blow crashed into an

It was a feint.

BAM!

to his vitals, skidding backward. He rushed forward instantly, unleashing a

his eyes in surprise

wasn't even

Just a few centimeters.

That was it.

Rui moved to avoid each blow. His graceful soft movements contrasted with Squire Dylon's aggressive

so much as

It was effortless.

peak Apprentice grade offensive specialists are

in combination with the Primordial Instinct technique was so potent that Dylon's movements were comfortably easy to keep track of. He had plenty of time to consciously track, process, decide and then act on that decision

even using

WHOOSH

the speed of the predictive model construction?') He

Mind Palace had been firing at an extremely smooth speed as both his mind and the secondary brain processed and

gaped. A more than one-hundred-percent increase thanks to one

look deeper into the

BAM!!