The Martial Unity

While it was true that half of all nations, states, and groups of humans did not have access to a Martial Squire, or the Squire Realm. Thus from the perspective of humanity as a whole, Martial Squires were not abundant, and thus they were a precious resource to a certain extent.

Yet, to Rui, the Squire Realm was just one of the earliest and lowest checkpoints in his Martial Path and journey. He could never grow super prideful or arrogant on his current level of power when he knew that Martial Seniors could squash him with ease, and Martial Masters were so powerful that they could probably blink him from existence.

He didn't even need to say anything about Martial Sages or Martial Transcendants.

The two of them quickly made their way to the colosseum. Rui focused himself as he ignored the bravado coming from Squire Drekiole.

"You're dead, dead, you hear me?" The man snarled.

"Why are you getting so worked up?" Rui sighed. "It's just a duel. The Floating Sect has prohibited killing, so I'll make sure not to cross that line, don't worry."

The man only barked back louder in response to that.

They finally reached a sparring colosseum that was not being occupied at the moment. The two of them quickly filled out the basic paperwork, and soon enough there was an official arbiter that presided over the match.

"Challenger; Guardian Falken!"

Rui stepped forward.

"Defender; Guardian Drekiole!"

The man stepped forward, eying Rui from top to bottom.

He was a lot older, like almost all Martial Squires were, and a lot taller. Yet he didn't look nearly as old as he was thanks to being a Martial Artist.

still mentally younger than

a child, given his

stances,"

his

too crouched as he took an open

Drekiole's eyes narrowed at the sight of that. "You

knew that Squire Drekiole was a grappler. He was a grappler whose offensive lethality came

directly observe it since they were too small, but he strongly suspected that the man's skin was riddled with spikes that would tear into the skin of his opponents.

was such that it maximized bleeding. He could

earned his place as a guardian, and one that was as high-ranked as he

barbs and threats

Floating Sect in these circumstances by making one of their

fight. It was just a duel, it was an experiment to measure the effectiveness of Weaving Blood as a means to alter the spec configuration of his Martial body to adapt to a Martial

"Begin!"

crashing into each other as they put their hands on their opponent's shoulders, trying to

immediately noticed each other's

off at the points of contact with

would be. The man had straight up ripped up

training he had trained in making the lethality of skin far greater than what a single passive defensive technique

was not a technique that he had great synergy with because it didn't contain the synergy with

he had mastered in the Squire Realm back when had just broken through. It was a useful passive defensive technique

passive defense was falling

Blood was quick to pick up the slack as it quickly began healing Rui's wounds even before they

a bit before

looked surprised at Rui, noticing that the wounds that he had inflicted were already