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.

I'll just keep hitting the pedal until you can't take

"That works for me

closing his

up as a flux of information flowed between both brains. He dispelled the mask he had placed

Apprentices shivered as a horrifying avalanche of mental pressure

them muttered. "Isn't something that belongs solely to the Apprentice

eyebrow rose as a grin cracked onto his face.

said as Rui took a defensive and evasive stance. He did not want to engage with Squire Dylon's

The referee

hairs on every Martial Apprentice's body stood as Squire Dylon shot forward. The sheer force with which he pushed forward,

BOOM!

zoomed forward with a single step. He launched a powerful blow

WHOOSH

blow crashed into an

It was a feint.

BAM!

an attack to his vitals, skidding backward. He rushed

only widen his eyes

it wasn't

Just a few centimeters.

That was it.

blow. His graceful soft movements contrasted with Squire Dylon's aggressive

them touched so much as a hair

It was effortless.

see...') Rui noted. ('Even peak Apprentice grade offensive specialists are obsolete

comfortably easy to keep track of. He had plenty of time to consciously track, process, decide and then act on that decision

wasn't even

WHOOSH

construction?') He wondered

mind and the secondary brain processed and inputted data

twice as before!') Rui gaped. A more than one-hundred-percent increase thanks to one technique

before he could look deeper

BAM!!