The Martial Unity

The colosseum that was had long been specifically constructed for the sake of the Martial Contest was now teaming with people. Spirits were high as the citizens of the Seonmun town gathered to see an exciting spectacle that they had the opportunity to witness only once every two years.

Rui learned that despite worshipping Martial Artists, the members of this religion did not see anything wrong with tossing hundreds of them inside a relatively congested area where they could not get away from each other and watching them brawl it out. There was no doubt that many of the contestants were going to die, it was inevitable, yet there did not seem to be any concern in that regard from the spectators.

It appeared that while the members of the faith decisively placed Martial Artists above normal people such that it was unacceptable for the latter to transgress against the former, there were no problems as long as it happened between Martial Artists.

The tensions in the hall kept escalating as the event had already begun.

"Welcooome brothers and sisters!! To the seventy-second preliminary Martial Contest of the Seonmun Church town…!"

"We welcome you today to an exciting battle featuring the finest warriors of the Squire Realm that this town has gathered…!"

"Only one will prevail! Only one warrior will remain standing, being bestowed with the title of the strongest! The title of the Seonmun Champion!"

The crowd cheered in a frenzy, growing increasingly excited by the second. The pair of dynamic commentators simply stoked the fires that had already been burning, hoping to get everybody even more hyped.

Rui could only sigh in response. Yet his attention pricked when his senses caught all the seated spectators being served a potion that they all quickly consumed. He could feel their minds and cognition speeding even from this distance.

"Now that you have all been given the means to enjoy the spectacle that is to follow, let us begin without any further ado!"

It was then that a man entered the hall that all the Martial Squires were in.

"Warrior," He addressed them. "I am the contestant manager. I am here to inform you that it is time. Follow me, and good luck."

made their way through the paths that he had them go through

the

at the sheer number of people that had gathered

were willing to bear high expenses to watch them fight. On the other, it was also a little insulting that the contest to decide the strongest had been turned into an entertainment show where they were essentially clowns of the

dwell on their

what it was, and there were more important things to focus

more subdued as waves of pressure washed over

Martial Squires were

of pressure that they collectively exerted was immense. Many of the spectators grew nervous even

Squires were

Sharp.

Alert.

their minds and bodies to the

formed an equidistant perimeter along

any further

immediately activated the three techniques Metabody technique to a partial degree

also stockpiled compounds and nutrients needed to

did that, all hell had

happened when you grouped up several hundred powerful Martial Squires and told

know before, they sure did

RUMBLE!!!