The Martial Unity

The days went by quickly and eventually, Kane's match rolled up. Ten days passed by very quickly.

"Relax, you'll do just fine," Rui reassured him. "Your plan is solid."

"Fuuu…" He exhaled deeply as he tried relaxing his nerves.

It wasn't every day that he was to compete in a death match where only one person was allowed to come out alive. This was not the same as risking his life on a mission or on the battlefield.

As an evasive maneuverer, he had great confidence in his ability to evade danger and death by simply removing himself from a given circumstance or situation. He was extremely fast and nimble, and it was difficult for people to tag him.

This gave him comfort and reassurance at the back of his mind.

However, in this particular circumstance, he could not run away and remove himself from this particular circumstance. Once he stepped into it, it was already too late. He would need to kill his opponent.

"It's time," Rui mentioned.

Kane nodded wordlessly as he loosened his joints, heading out of his quarters and towards the dueling colosseum.

"Good luck," Rui wished him one last time as the two of them split up

The spectators watched as he entered the arena, heading towards the arbiter of the match. Rui was quite nervous, but the rest of the colosseum did not echo his emotions, this was just another ordinary match to them.

Squire

before Kane, locking eyes with

different from a declaration of the intent to kill. The man

Nake has challenged the nine-hundred and seventy-ninth guardian Heviluo," The arbiter announced. "Starting

fashion. The Martial Squires were to give the range at which they would want the battle to begin, and the average distance of the distance that they stated would be used

come out to be fifty, which was not ideal, but not too

stances," The

hand, inhaled deeply as he prepared a powerful punch with his right arm curled and wound back

"Begin!"

into thin

the Void Step technique. Because of how useless it was against him, it was easy to forget it. But, when he looked at the reactions that the others had, it was a good reminder that the

POW!

on his body that didn't even hurt, it felt like a child hitting him. Yet

SCRATCH

eyes, instead causing him to have

recognize the danger despite his consciousness being unable to detect pain,')

of self-preservation was the strongest, and it certainly was true even for the Martial body. It was easy for Kane to fool the ordinary senses of Martial Squires and even many

even further, but Martial Squires was not to be trifled with when the sense of self-preservation was

impressive. It was actually startlingly weak, he hadn't even been able to make him bleed with a piercing technique while his strikes

a limited number of ways in which Kane could possibly take him down. As long as he covered for those ways well enough, it would