The Martial Unity

Senior R'An'Alnen rose from the giant crater spanning hundreds of meters in diameter with a hateful expression on her bruised face.

She glared at him.

Senior Ceeran smiled helplessly as waves of pressure washed over him in vain.

Her expression crumpled into one of venomous hatred, rage, and plenty of shock.

The two had completely lost any interest in the Martial Squires that were still scrambling away. The matriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe stayed her hand briefly to ensure that she did not inadvertently hurt her own Martial Squires. She no longer cared about Rui who had already put a good distance between himself and them.

After all, as impressive as Rui was, he was but an infant in her eyes. The adult that had stepped in to protect him was a far worthier and more meaningful target of her ire and hatred.

"Rank three outsider Martial Artist, you have returned," She spat those words with venomous contempt, from many kilometers. Not even Rui would have heard her despite his remarkable senses, yet Senior Ceeran shrugged mildly at her words.

"Have work here," He replied in the Vilun dialect.

Four months ago, when Martial Commissioner Derun had requested him to return to Vilun Island to aid Rui in a mission that he was previously assigned, he took the liberty to begin learning the language. Of course, his Vilun was broken and he couldn't understand complex sentences yet and he definitely couldn't read or write its script. But he had reached a point where he was able to understand her words and reciprocate basic replies.

"You outsiders… You dare infringe on our domain. You dare to challenge us. You dare to kill our warriors!" She snarled. "You will pay for your transgressions!"

The atmosphere grew taut.

The two of them narrowed their eyes as their expressions grew more severe.

A maelstrom of pressure radiated from their powerful frames wrung the air between them. It was as though their very presence weighed down on the world.

to

animals, and even

Nothing was the same.

Martial tribes sensed the brewing pressure

fathers guarded them. The many animals and beasts of the island ran

the Martial Squires across the island retained their composure, and only the Martial Seniors were

softly. "It is time for you to

grew tumultuous as their expressions grew more

followed beggared the minds of those who witnessed

Their eyes began glowing.

began trickling across their entire

sense of power and peril radiated from their bodies. Their muscles brimmed with power as

as though they were volcanoes, on the cusp of erupting

seemed as though nothing

next, all

with an inhumanly

atmosphere behind her ignited into a small

with which she launched herself forward generated a sonic boom the size of a small town as the pressure was enough to ignite the flammable constituents of

generated by the velocity of her launch ignited all her clothes

flashed forward at a

eyes were fixed on Senior Ceeran,

area had trouble breathing for several seconds! He extended one arm in front of him, spreading his

behind him

exhale an ordinary transparent