The Martial Unity

He had come here to challenge himself. Not toss himself into the jaws of death.

Literally.

He had gained plenty of stimulation and experience against bizarre and strange monsters under bizarre and strange circumstances. He had gained an epiphany about the nature of his Martial Art and its relationship with him.

He felt much stronger than he was when he first arrived at the Shionel Confederation.

That was the whole point of challenging himself, it was to take him to high heights. He knew that there were very few things that made a person progress as well as stakes did. When he thrust himself into the dungeon, he was putting himself on the line, and he was putting his friend on the line as well, whom he dragged around.

It had definitely helped him achieve his goal even as it was now, but he definitely intended to finish the objective of clearing the dungeon.

He just wasn't sure if he ought to throw himself at the Root.

That was a suicide mission as he currently was. Was it really worth it to stick to his goal even if it almost certainly would cost him his life when the point of the goal had been accomplished?

('Then again, does a goal really mean much if I'm willing to break it so easily?') Rui clenched his fist. ('Can I really pursue my Martial Path and develop my Martial Art to the higher Realms with such a flimsy willpower and determination?')

He instinctively felt the answer was no.

('Why do I pursue my Martial Path?') A spontaneous question bloomed into his mind, and the answer popped into his head just as quickly. ('Project Water. My greatest dream and ambition.')

His ambition of developing a Martial Art that embodied the concept of Adaptive Evolution that Bruce Lee had alluded to in his time. At a time when such a school of thought did not even exist, his idol Bruce Lee had come across the profound truth and spread it to the world, changing the perceptions of martial arts forever.

question immediately presented itself

die for my dream? For

there was no

didn't even need to

staff had given up on him for he always

himself closer to death, in a desperate attempt to realize his dream until his body literally collapsed, unable to support his determination, unable to allow him to fulfill his dream, before eventually succumbing to

narrowed. ('I did it once, and you sure as hell bet I'm

had

death could realize such a lofty ambition. He did

be such

I'd feel too lame if I gave so easily,') Rui snorted, amused. ('I may not be as daring and insane as the likes of Nel, but I'm not a pussy

considering several things. The difficulty. The complications. The actual objective,

if the Root will attack me if I start

exploring the Root floor, and the Root just ignored him as he went about his business

mean the floor was completely

having grown all serious about something so

did not think that this was likely. It was quite likely that the Root would consume anything that moved if it shared even a remote relation to the tree on the

that case, the difficulty was probably

the speed at which the roots lashed forward and snatched away giant boulders faster than Rui could even

fast,') Rui