The Martial Unity

A maelstrom of pressure had engulfed the entire Gereign Region. Every animal, monster, human, and Martial Artist felt a mind-churning pressure crash into them. True terror sprung up within their hearts, crippling them.

Many froze, paralyzed.

Others shivered in horror.

Many simply fainted then and there, despite the enormous distance between them and the source of the great pressure that they experienced.

Rui and Zenshin gulped as they stood up behind their Masters, trying to maintain their composure as much as they could. Senior Zenshin in particular, struggled as he did his best to resist the mental pressure crashing into him.

Rui was a lot calmer, yet even he felt a tingling nervousness. The battle had begun sooner than he had expected. One moment, the two Martial Masters were standing right before them, and the very next moment they disappeared.

Rui and Zenshin grew startled, glancing at each other. The very next moment, they felt blood-curdling pressure.

Every cell in their body screamed danger.

A peril unlike anything they were accustomed to washed over them. Every instinct in their body wanted them to run away.

The skies seemed to shiver as the two Martial Masters bathed it in their Martial Embodiments.

Master Zeamer's very existence seemed to morph into an entirely different entity. He turned into the rotating dichromatic spiral that Rui had come to grow familiar with in the past two years, having fully activated his Martial Mind.

"What a paltry Martial Embodiment." Master Haishi's voice echoed across the skies from all directions. "Allow me to bear mine!"

Master Zeamer raised an eyebrow as a vast mist wrapped around the hypnotic spiral, obscuring it and everything around it.

The Gereign Region was shook, both physically and mentally. The two Martial Embodiments captured the totality of the sentience within the entire region…

…before breaking it.

"AAAAAARGH!" "HELP- HEEEEEELPP!!"

"W-WHAT IS THAT?!"

"HELP- HEEEEEELPP!!"

Countless people had already collapsed. Many were conscious, yet broken. Their eyes were hollow, as if the very sentience within them had been disabled. Others had died on the spot, having experienced heart attacks.

Many simply collapsed unconscious.

Countless bodies were strewn across the Gereign Region.

Those that were conscious did not have it better. In fact, many would argue they had it worse. The sheer horror they experienced from seeing what was the fabric of their world turning into a horror movie in addition to the mental pressure that the Martial Embodiments inflicted upon them was too much.

"AAAAAAARGHHRR!" Many fell to their knees, holding their heads as they shivered in bone-chilling terror.

Yet the two forces that caused such havoc and mayhem did not deem it fit to take any measures to hold back.

Their battle had begun, and they cared only to fight each other. Master Zeamer stood in the air, expanding his senses across the skies of the Gereign Region. 'I can't sense her. But this isn't misdirection either, so this is physical stealth and not mental stealth.'

He knew that she wasn't relying on misdirection to hide her presence. There were no Martial Masters capable of misdirecting him without him noticing it, furthermore, he had instantly sensed that she was not a mental Martial Artist. "What's the matter, having a hard time sensing me?" Her voiced echoed across the heavens. A hint of sadistic amusement colored the tone of her voice. Just hearing that voice had caused hundreds of thousands of people to experience mental breakdowns, tens of thousands to collapse, and thousands to die.

Martial Masters had ascended to a higher state of life, such that merely the weight of the Martial Mind behind their voice could collapse human civilization.

Yet, it was ineffective against a fellow Martial Master

"…" Master Zeamer didn't bother replying.

They were just feeling each other out at the moment, despite the apocalypse that they caused within the Gereign Region.

The true battle would soon commence.

And it did.

BAM BAM BAM!!!

An onslaught of titanically powerful strikes landed across his entire body from all directions. The sheer power and speed of strikes were on a level of power and speed that Rui couldn't even comprehend!

Each blow possessed the power to reduce mountains to dust. They flashed forward at speeds that far exceeded even lightning itself. Such was the power of the Master Realm.

Yet despite the sheer titanic power that Master Haishi generated, not a single one of those blows generated environmental spillage.

The very skies seemed to prostrate in her presence as the air seemed to deliberately part away from the path of her attacks, unwilling to impede her.

Not a single spec of heat sparked.

Not a single vibration of sound ensued.

Not a single gust of wind emerged.

Nothing went to waste. Every iota of energy that her Martial Heart generated was dedicated one and only one target.

Her opponent.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

Master Haishi's sadistic grin widened as she blasted Master Zeamer with every ounce of her raw power. "What's the matter? Where did all that bravado go?"

Master Zeamer narrowed his eyes, remaining calm. Yet wounds had begun piling on to his Martial Body.

"Your Martial Body is oriented to aid your mind, I'm sure your brain is enhanced well. You probably have a greater reservoir of mental energy than anybody else in the Master Realm, but that means that your body is much weaker!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

Master Haishi grew ecstatic as she continued bombarding Master Zeamer with blow after blow. "Hahahahaha! You're so weak! Or am I just too strong? I can never tell!"

Yet despite her apparent irrationality, her mind raced with thought.

'Martial Mind: Shadow Credo First Degree. Sense of mind, vision, hearing, spatial sense, sense of touch, sense of smell, sense of taste. That is the order of intensity intensity of his senses. His sense of mind is more powerful than the rest of them, so I need to allocate even more energy to eluding it. I'll allocate decreasing amounts of energy in ascending order of their intensity,' A remarkably sophisticated thought process sprung about in her mind.