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.

mentally younger than

was probably a child, given his juvenile mannerisms

stances,"

man spread his arms, crouching a

as he took an

the

was a grappler. He was a grappler whose offensive lethality came from the friction that

able to 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. Moving would instantly inflict wounds on his

the wound was such that it maximized bleeding. He could cause

he most certainly had earned his place as a guardian, and one that was

and threats and did not get

Floating Sect in these circumstances by making one of their

in the 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 Squire with

"Begin!"

them rushed forward, executing a shoot maneuver, immediately crashing into each other as they put their hands on their opponent's shoulders, trying

immediately noticed each

peeling off at the points of contact with his

he had underestimated how painful they would be. The man had straight

he had trained in making the lethality of skin far greater than what a single passive defensive technique that he had bought, not created, was capable

that he had great synergy with because it didn't contain the synergy with

back when had just broken through. It was a useful passive defensive technique that had served him well enough. But Rui today realized that it wasn't anywhere near enough at the highest echelons

passive defense was falling

as it quickly began healing Rui's wounds even before they were fully

wrangled a bit before

at Rui, noticing that the