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."

that he had them go

greeted by the bellowing cheers

that had gathered to witness them fight. They could not help but feel ambivalent

honor that so many people 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

them let it dwell on their minds for more than a bit of

it was, and there

became more subdued as waves of

Martial Squires were

pressure that they collectively exerted was immense. Many of

Squires were

Sharp.

Alert.

pushing their minds and bodies to the

long before they formed an equidistant

without any further

the three techniques Metabody technique to a partial degree in rapid

stockpiled compounds and nutrients needed to immediately divide

did that, all

several hundred powerful Martial Squires and told them only one could

before, they sure did

RUMBLE!!!