The Martial Unity

"Tsk," Seniro Ceeran tutted in irritation as he once again failed in taking down the matriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe. He, unfortunately, had too little work with the remaining power that he could afford to spare after overwhelming the K'ulnen patriarch's attacks.

('This can't go on forever,') He sighed.

He needed to find a way to ensure that this stalemate did not go on for too long, otherwise, he would lose the power needed to change the battle from a stalemate to a checkmate. He needed a change in plans.

('I can't take either of them down individually,') He established, he had already tried doing pretty much that for half an hour, and it was clear that he was not quite at the level where he could accomplish that just yet unfortunately. Even if he had better techniques and a better Martial body, the two Martial Seniors were clearly extremely experienced and elderly within the Senior Realm. They were remarkably strong and together stood at the upper echelons of all the Martial Seniors on Vilun island.

Senior Ceeran was much stronger than either individually, he was sure, but together they were capable of not only withstanding his full power but refusing him to give much of an advantage, if any.

Of course, technically, still possessed an advantage. He was the only unharmed Martial Senior in this battle. The matriarch had been hurt significantly, and the patriarch had also incurred a certain degree of damage; with many bruises and wounds across his entire body. The problem was that it was not enough in the long run, most likely.

Senior Ceeran was consuming his stamina at a pace far higher than he was, both physical and mental. He had to chase after and barricade the matriarch with sophisticated and complex manipulations of the trajectories of his attacks, spending at least as much energy as her, and even more energy than her partner each time Senior Ceeran slapped his attack and him back. He definitely was consuming more mental energy than them having to divide his attention across both targets when both of them needed only focus on him.

Even if his physical reserves could somehow keep up, he would most certainly end up feeling mentally exhausted before them and would likely make a mistake that would allow one of them to close the distance and get a good hit on him.

('That's an unacceptable outcome,') He resolutely decided. He refused to allow that to happen, and that naturally included going down the path that would allow that to happen. He needed to find a new course of action to allow him to win the battle and avoid a slow defeat.

('I need to focus my attention on just one of them for long enough to overwhelm them without incurring too much damage from the other,') He decided.

The question was which one he ought to focus on, and how he ought to go about it.

('Of the two of them, I can take down the matriarch the fastest,') Senior Ceeran noted. ('But conversely, turning my back to the patriarch will be quite painful when he slams me with his powerful physique,') Senior Ceeran hesitated. He was not a particularly tough Martial Artist, he would not be able to survive many attacks from a striking-oriented Martial Artist of that caliber. This was especially the case if those attacks struck his vitals. He would easily get knocked out from a single strike most likely.

('I need to ensure that there is enough of a distance between us if and when I choose to go for the matriarch,') Senior Ceeran thought to himself.

Had Rui been in his position he would have come up with a more sophisticated plan with many layers and steps while also using predictive models that he would have undoubtedly created by now, while also relying on the outputs of the VOID algorithm to deal with them.

Senior Ceeran was certainly not as intelligent as shrewd as Rui, but he was far more experienced.

He exhaled the largest breath of solidified breath he could, getting ready to immediately manipulate both it and, in turn, the wind currents that it would create. Normally, he would divide them into two batches for both the Martial Seniors. Yet this time, turned all off toward the patriarch, shocking both his opponents.

WHOOM!!!

A titanically powerful wind current slammed into his opponent, completely crushing his momentum and sending him flying dozens of kilometers away.

The matriarch's expression grew grave as she dove towards Senior Ceeran at top speed even as her partner was being blown away, looking to exploit this rare opportunity to close the distance between her and her opponent.

Several infernos blasted off behind her as she propelled herself forward with the recoil force, reaching her top speed nigh-instantaneously. She shot across the sky at an unprecedented speed, flying straight toward Senior Ceeran.

"RARGH!" She snarled with excitement as she finally reached within striking range of him, launching a powerful flaming straight at him!

The temperature of the flame spiked as she poured in every ounce of her power, turning blue instead of orange as it reached another level of potency and power.

BOOM!!!

An explosion of flames and wind blasted outwards with Senior Ceeran at the epicenter of the attack.

"URGH!" She grimaced as she was pushed back, incurring even more damage. Yet a savage grin emerged on her face until she realized something was wrong.

WHOOM!

Suddenly, thousands of projectiles seized an opportunity, emerging from the smoke as they weaved a net around her. Her eyes widened as Senior Ceeran emerged from the smoke with first-degree burns all over his body.

"Watch out, R'An'Alnen!" The patriarch's voice frantic voice echoed from afar as he rushed in to try and intercept the attacks like he originally did.

"Too late," Senior Ceeran softly murmured even as the wind current net that he had created collapsed on her, crushing her at the epicenter.

BOOM!!!

"NO!" The patriarch's bellow echoed across the entirety of the island and beyond.