The Martial Unity

Rui had to admit that his excitement was perhaps a bit distasteful. He was acting the way Zoomers back in his previous life acted when a new movie in their favorite franchise was released. A thousand Martial Squires were going to die soon, and that was certainly going to be a huge blow to the Martial Artist community, in their class conflict against states.

Still, he didn't care about such far-minded topics at the moment. All he wanted was to obtain the data that he had been pining for in order to clear the dungeon.

He watched with sharp alertness as the raid force entered the dungeon one by one, adopting an on-guard formation as they prepared themselves.

"Any preliminary sighting?" Captain Deacon asked.

"No, sir," One of the Martial Squires beside him replied as her eyes glowed. "I cannot detect a single monster as of yet."

Captain Deacon frowned, narrowing his eyes wordlessly. This was a little odd since they normally ran into monsters the second they entered floors.

They did not possess the stealth that Void Step gave Kane and Rui, thus they were always prepared to be attacked by monsters very soon after they entered the floor.

His scout, a powerful high-grade Martial Squire with complete mastery over multiple grade-nine sensory techniques usually spotted several of them even as they entered the dungeon. She was one of the extremely few Martial Squires who wasn't completely hampered to the normal sensory range that normal Martial Squires were normally restricted to. Her ability to travel the Shionel Dungeon without being completely hampered had earned her an extremely attractive contract with Deacon Industries. It was why she had willingly volunteered for the mission.

"This feels strange," She murmured. "I can vaguely sense movement and life in this dungeon, but I cannot sense anything in our immediate vicinity."

"Stay extremely alert at all times, got it?" Captain Deacon sternly instructed her. "I don't want any mistakes."

"Yes, captain,"

"Has the raid force completely boarded?"

"Just now, sir,"

approached

adventurers!" He addressed all of them with a loud voice, amplified by his superhuman constitution. "We have arrived at the final floor of the Shionel Dungeon. We have arrived at the very foundation of this dungeon. This isn't our first rodeo. You know your roles. You know your positions. You know your duties. We will charge as a single cohesive unit into the heart

them, before

enough

far greater among Martial Artists than it did among humans. Not even Usain Bolt could run ten times faster than the average human, but people like Kane were capable of such a feat. The specialization of superhuman prowess

the same speed was

an expression of horror sprung onto her

Captain Deacon noticed her reaction. "What is it, Fresca? What have you

overwhelming sense of pressure washed over him. His eyes

as he spread his arms wide, inhaling deeply before

forward faster than the speed of

not

No.

blindingly fast projectile blurred into vision,

BOOM!!!

sound shield managed to negate the

that… a root?') His eyes widened. ('Are we fighting the dungeon

his thoughts, for less than a millisecond

GROUND, WARRIORS!" He bellowed, trying to quash any collapse of

as something entered his field

avalanche of roots