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.

see. I'll just keep hitting

nodded. "That works

exhaled, closing his

concentration accumulated 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 energy that he couldn't afford to

avalanche of mental pressure washed over

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

grin

He did not want to engage with Squire Dylon's offense head-on if he

referee

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

BOOM!

step. He launched a

WHOOSH

crashed into

It was a feint.

BAM!

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

only widen his eyes in surprise

it wasn't even

Just a few centimeters.

That was it.

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

none of them touched so much as a hair on his

It was effortless.

Apprentice grade offensive specialists are obsolete against

brain 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

even

WHOOSH

of the predictive model construction?') He wondered

at an extremely smooth speed as both his mind and the secondary brain processed and inputted

a little over twice as before!') Rui gaped. A more than

before he could look deeper

BAM!!