The Martial Unity

“Argh!” The man snarled as he lashed back at Rui, lunging at him.

WHOOSH!

It was a feint.

BAM!

Rui’s foot flew, crashing straight into his jaw in a high back kick. He made it nearly impossible for the man to even get a good sense of his bearings.

Yet every time he attacked, he bled.

It didn’t matter if Squire Dekriole did it with intention or not.

It simply was the case that every time Rui touched Squire Dekriole, he bled. Even if he was the one attacking Squire Dekriole, he got hurt.

Yet he kept going.

He wanted to see whether the rate at which he was getting hurt could be handled by Weaving Blood, and the initial results were quite promising.

Every wound that he gained from simply making rough contact with Squire Dekriole was promptly healed by Weaving Blood, even the most painful wounds quickly disappeared like magic as his cells worked overtime gaining the necessary energy and compounds that would serve as the building blocks for the new cells.

Despite the immense amount of damage he suffered with every strike that he landed on Squire Dekriole, his healing returned it back to its normal state.

POW POW POW!

SPLAT!

Rui blasted him in the face with a combo, yet his own hands started bleeding profusely before his healing factor kicked in.

Squire Dekriole, on the other hand, was frustrated. Although he was hurting Rui, Rui was outplaying him. He avoided his attacks cleanly before landing multiple attacks, and then healing the damage he took by making contact with his body.

Yet he didn’t allow Squire Dekriole to get in a single attack.

With each passing second, he found that it became increasingly harder and harder to actually even touch Rui with his own attacks!

Of course, to a certain extent, this was his style, a counter-offensive style that caused anybody who even brushed against him to get hurt.

ραndαsnοvεl.cοm Yet that did not mean that he relied solely on these means to hurt his opponent. He also was a very aggressive striker who squeezed his opponent in a vice or whaled on them with heavy blows.

Yet in Rui’s case, he wasn’t even able to get decent hits in!

“Your patterns are so simple even a child could read them,” Rui murmured at some point.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!

He was bombarded with five heavy blows before he could even process those words. Those blows were so heavy that he ended up forgetting what Rui even said to him in the first place.

He glanced back at Rui, as his eyes widened with shock.

His clothes were in tatters, yet his skin and flesh were just perfect aside from being bathed in his own blood.

Squire Dekriole gritted his teeth as he snarled in bloodlust, launching himself forward hoping to take Rui out with the hopes that he would be able to get some kind of position where he would be able to leverage his raw power to rip Rui to shreds!

Although his Martial body was most certainly meant to be a tank that hurt others who even tried attacking it, Rui was not making it easy.

With Adamant Reforged fists, as well as Outer Convergence, and Reverberating Lance crashing into his abdomen, he felt like puking with every strike that he endured.

Normally, his opponents didn’t really strike him that hard because it would cause them damage, causing their flesh to peel off and start profusely bleeding. Nobody wanted to deal with that, thus nobody would go that far.

Except Rui.

POW POW POW!

He pummeled Squire Drekiole with even more blows, yet at this point the man simply brought his guard up as he defended his gut, gritting his teeth.

He realized that the difference between them in skill was not even close, it wasn’t even funny. He thought he was skilled, but compared to the surgical crackdown of Rui’s offense, he struggled to maintain any foothold.

BAM!!!

A titanically heavy blow crashed into his guard, bruising them heavily with just a single blow. His arms parted for a moment as he shook them to deal with the pain.

POW!

A simple yet swift kick to the jaw rang his brain back and forth, the sheer impact from the strike triggered acute blunt force traumas, enough of it to not just feel dizzy but also lose consciousness.

THUD

The man collapsed to the ground, bleeding from some open wounds, collapsing unconscious.

It was a decisive and dominant victory.

Many of the spectators frowned. They had seen Rui fight before, yet he hadn’t seen this sort of healing technique before.

Many couldn’t help but feel as though Rui had some kind of healing potion tucked away in his pocket or attire somewhere.

To a lot of people, that was the only way he could have gained such a healing potion in a short amount of time.

Yet, of course, such a thing was not the case. Both fighters had been checked, and Rui hadn’t inhaled anything other than air since the start of the fight.

Many had realized that Rui had either been holding back this ability all this time or had somehow recently gained it in the span of two months.

Many of the guardians of the lower classes were awestruck, while guardians of the higher classes regarded them with wariness.

The fact that Rui jumped from the tenth class to the fifth class showed them that Rui had no compunctions about wildly aiming above his class to get to better training chambers as opposed to going the traditional route of growing stronger to climb higher and higher bit by bit and using the better training conditions to further grow stronger.

No.

Rui had simply shot himself forward uncaring for such matters. Although it wasn’t unheard of, he was one of the rare ones that arrived at the Floating Sect already able to tangle with stronger guardians of the sect.

People came to believe that he held back his true strength for some reason, and that had always been that strong.