The Martial Unity

The patriarch of the K’ulnen Tribe cursed his massive frame for the very first time in his life as he dashed across the sky as fast as he could, wishing he was faster. He pushed himself to the limit reaching where he had been before Senior Ceeran had expelled him.

BOOM!!!

“NOOO!” The patriarch of the K’ulnen Tribe dove into the fray desperately hoping to save his partner in time.

The devastating attack resulted in a wind blast that reached the ground from the clouds. Senior Ceeran narrowed his eyes as he prepared another set of attacks to launch at his enemies. He wasn’t sure if he succeeded, after all, the patriarch of the K’ulnen Tribe may very well have protected his partner from Senior Ceeran’s devastating attack.

“I’LL KILL YOU!!!” The patriarch bellowed as the attack subsided.

His voice was inflicted with grief and rage.

His body was wounded.

Yet he didn’t care about that. His eyes were fixed on the heavily battered corpse in his arms. The attack had broken the matriarch’s entire body, she had already been injured previously, and now he had bombarded her with his absolute most powerful attack. She had succumbed to critical injuries, passing away.

Even if she hadn’t she would have been in a highly critical state, unable to fight at all. The battle would have likely ended then and there as the patriarch would have most certainly retreated.

“She’s dead,” Senior Ceeran smirked smugly. “And you’re next.”

The atmosphere grew taut, both literally and metaphorically.

If not for the fact that he was holding his wife’s corpse, the patriarch would have rushed Senior Ceeran immediately. However, they were many kilometers above land and even farther away from the village. He did not want to just drop his partner’s body down to the ground.

“I’ll kill you when I’m done paying respects to my partner.” The patriarch swore, struggling to choke out the words. “Be prepared. I will kill you if it’s the last thing I do!”

His eyes were completely red, accentuating his intense glare. Yet he retreated slowly, never taking his eyes off the murderer of his partner.

“Where are you going?” Senior Ceeran asked with a puzzled expression.

“TO BURY MY WIFE!”

“And who said you could do that?” Senior Ceeran mercilessly asked with a mocking expression as he exhaled dense breath once more, weaving a barrage of powerful attacks.

The patriarch of the K’ulnen Tribe was dumbfounded. “How dare you desecrate the right to bury the dead?!”

The Martial Tribes regarded the warriors that fell in death with respect and honor. Martial Tribes allowed each other to collect the corpses of their warriors and return them home to give them honorable burials.

“This battle isn’t over,” Senior Ceeran declared.

WHOOSH!

Powerful wind currents slammed into the patriarch, pushing him back.

He gritted his teeth, forced to drop the corpse of his partner as he guarded his vitals.

“HOW DARE YOU?!” The patriarch’s skin cracked as glowing red lines trickled across his entire body like rivers. The patriarch’s aura grew more intense and perilous as his expression crumpled with rage and hatred.

He rushed forward, charging at top speed.

“You’re no match for me alone just like your pathetic little wife,” Senior Ceeran laughed brazenly, angering the patriarch.

“RARGH!” The man felt like his very sanity was being consumed by his rage. “I’LL KILL YOU!”

Senior Ceeran’s expression grew serious as he exhaled a large volume of dense breath. He took a greater amount of time as he shaped and shifted around such that the resulting wind currents were extremely narrow and small. Their power was highly focused.

An entire second passed as Senior Ceeran continuously compressed and focused the power even further.

It may not have been much time to ordinary humans, but to a Martial Senior, it was enough time to cross the dozen kilometers that separated them.

The patriarch grew increasingly excited as he reached within ten meters of Senior Ceeran! Just ten more meters and he would be able to pound that wretched man who murdered his partner!

That was when Senior Ceeran opened his eyes.

The lines on his body glowed as his expression strained. A deep sense of peril radiated from him.

SWHOOSH

A tremendously powerful beam of wind flew towards the patriarch at a tremendous speed.

“HAH!” The man braced himself for an impact. He was extremely determined to withstand the attack and take the final step to get his hands on his opponent.

BAM!!!

The attack slammed into him as the largest blast of wind thus far rose, spreading far past the battlefield. An entire portion of the forest spanning a kilometer in radius was crushed, leaving a crater behind.

“Cough!” Blood spewed out of the patriarch’s mouth.

Yet his eyes were fixed on his abdomen, where once there were flesh, muscles, and bone was now a gaping hole. He weakly glanced up at Senior Ceeran, who waved him goodbye with a pleasant smile, before darkness assailed his vision and his mind.

THUD!

His corpse struck the ground heavily.

“Huff…” Senior Ceeran sighed as he pulled out a healing potion, and quickly consumed it. He exhaled in relief as the potion wound through his blood, working its magic on his wounds as his tissue regenerated and healed the burns that the matriarch of the K’ulnen Tribe had inflicted on him.

“Well, that’s that,” He heaved a sigh, inspecting the battlefield.

His senses pricked as he sensed incoming figures in the distance.

“Congratulations on your victory, Senior Ceeran!” The Longranger Squires were ecstatic at the magnificent display of long-range prowess that Senior Ceeran had demonstrated.

“Why thank you,” he smiled. “Will one of you fetch the corpses of the two Martial Seniors of the K’ulnen Tribe? The Martial Union will definitely want to have access to it for research purposes, that is for sure.”

He glanced at another figure approaching the group, smiling when he saw who it was. “Rui,”

“Senior Ceeran,” Rui smiled. “That was an amazing fight.”