The Martial Unity

The two of them quickly scuttled over to the dueling colosseum. Rui had to admit that it was definitely bigger than he had expected it to be. It took up a portion of the entire floating island, and was much more than even a kilometer in diameter!

('This is the kind of arena that is fit to host Squire-level battles,') Rui noted.

Martial Squires, particularly higher-grade Martial Squires were capable of unleashing immense force. An ordinary colosseum would simply be destroyed and ravaged by a single Squire-level battle, let alone a whole series of them.

Furthermore, a smaller colosseum would be a disservice to long-range Martial Squires who required range. Thus, this sort of colosseum was necessary to do justice to Martial Squires of all ranges. Given that these challenges decided which one of the combatants survived, they could not unfairly benefit one kind of Martial Squire more than the other.

Soon enough, they entered the colosseum, passing through a section that isolated the inside from the outside.

"Woah."

The two of them flew up into the air involuntarily once they returned back to normal gravity. The abrupt shift caused the to use too much force, launching a dozen meters into the air. Breathing also became significantly easier, but each breath was light and shallow, momentarily giving Rui the illusion of suffocation before he returned to normal.

The colosseum was a gigantic dome isolated from the outside, and the number of people watching was not few.

Rui could see many Martial Squires seated across the entire structure. Many of them wore different Martial attires of different kinds.

('They are initiates that are scouting the competition,') Rui mused.

That was obvious enough, but he was surprised that there weren't just a few Martial Squires that wore Martial attires with the emblem of the Floating Sect on it.

It appeared that guardians too were weary of each other's progress.

"Oh, looks like we just made it in time for a match," Kane remarked.

Rui turned his attention to the battle arena, paying attention to the individuals that stood before each other.

Martial attire of the Floating Sect was a mid-weight woman, while the initiate challenging her was

stances," A Martial Squire serving

balled her fists, pointing both of them toward her opponent. Her right arm was coiled to her side, with her fist tucked at her waist ready to lash out

was before, also pointed toward

a classical boxing stance,') Rui mused as he glanced at her Martial

body, he couldn't help but feel that this was the wrong conclusion. She didn't have a Martial body that

he noticed an oddity. ('Her joints…

too. Guessing his Martial Path was much simpler. He was a power-oriented

that is centered on drawing power from

guess the sheer amount of power and torque he could generate, most likely he would be able

high-grade Martial

"Begin!"

The battle had begun.

in stereotypical caveman fashion as he raged forward toward her, swinging

was the

widened as she launched a strike to clash with that of her opponent, much to

BOOM!!

man was unmatched. He grinned as he rushed forward

forward as well, balling her fist to clash with

she should fight more intelligently than just try to match him where she's

the latter narrowed

BAM!!!

got overwhelmed as she got

and each time she got pushed back. The battle almost became monotonous as many

at her with