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.

we'll see. I'll just keep hitting the pedal until you can't take it

"That works

closing

as a flux of information flowed between both brains. He dispelled the mask he had placed earlier, it consumed mental

avalanche of mental pressure

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

his eyebrow rose as a grin cracked onto his face. "I

did not want

referee commenced the

shot forward. The sheer force with which he pushed forward, churned

BOOM!

with a single step. He launched a powerful blow at

WHOOSH

into

It was a feint.

BAM!

skidding backward. He rushed forward instantly, unleashing

only widen his eyes in

it wasn't

Just a few centimeters.

That was it.

was all Rui moved to avoid each blow. His graceful soft movements contrasted with

much

It was effortless.

Apprentice

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

wasn't even using

WHOOSH

the speed of the predictive model construction?') He wondered as he smoothly evaded yet another

smooth speed as both his mind and

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

look

BAM!!