The Martial Unity

The Chief Priest wore a tall head guard, beautifully decorated in all sorts of bright feathers and fabrics. His chest was bare except for the cape that hung across his collarbone with finely polished jewels and precious metals. His lower body was covered by a skirt which first wrapped around him like a loin cloth before extending into two long pieces between his legs that stopped just below his knees.

He had no weapons aside from the crude sacrificial dagger that seemed formed of obsidian. However, he still felt like the most dangerous opponent he had ever come across.

The Priest began to speak words Leonel had no ability to understand. Still, the latter's nerves remained tight, whatever senses he had honed to this point being pushed to their upper limits. The strain even caused blood vessels in his eyes to burst, coloring his whites in red.

With little more hesitation, Leonel knocked another atlatls dart. This time he used more power, pulling back with as much as 50% of his strength.

Out of habit, he hadn't gone all out with the first strike because the physical stats of the Priest were so low. But now he knew this wasn't a normal enemy.

Seeing that his attempts at communication failed, the Priest's brows furrowed as he raised his dagger once more. But this time, he aimed it toward Leonel, chanting with a calm rhythm.

The nude young lady strapped to the table watched on blankly, her gaze, once filled with fear, turning dull. She seemed to believe that no matter how this all ended, her fate was already sealed.

Leonel's spear shattered against an invisible barrier once more, but this time Leonel could faintly feel it condensing. It wasn't a feeling as sharp as his touch, sight or hearing, but it was there.

'A sixth sense?'

Suddenly, Leonel dropped down at his fastest speed. A moment later, a loud boom shook the Sacrificial Room's wall, leaving a deep impact.

A cold sweat matted Leonel's back as he hopped up, sprinting to the side as he knocked another dart.

He dove forward, sliding his arm across the air sideways and causing another dart to whistle across the air with a sharp sound.

'Dammit, I thought I would only have to fight normal humans in this place. Could it be that ancient humans found these awakened abilities too? Or maybe is it that these Sub-Dimensional Zones aren't as historically accurate as I originally believed?'

[Anomaly detected… Recalculating…]

[Sub-Dimensional Zone detected: Mayan Tomb. Spanish Invasion]

[Sub-Dimensional Zone grade: C]

[Clear requirements: Enter Chief Priest's Sacrificial Room (Complete). Save Chief Priest]

[Side Quest: Unable to detect. Scope of system too limited]

[Side Quest: Defeat 100 Spaniards (Complete) … Reward pending]

[… Recalculating…]

[Side Quest: Unable to detect. Scope of system too limited]

1000 Spaniards (Complete) …

[… Recalculating…]

Defeat the Chief

[… Recalculating…]

[Reward Upgraded]

Scope of system too

is recommended that subject, Leonel Morales, complete this quest with a minimum of three other individuals. Subject's

almost forgot his rage toward the Priest. He wanted nothing more than to throw this broken watch across the walls till it broke. How was this considered a system? How could it be

too late to tell him. Instead of telling him what the side quests were, it waited until he had already completed them to tell him. And, it couldn't even get the grade of

'Forget it! Focus.'

father's note told him that his father had to suppress his awakening during his youth. What if other people besides him had experienced this as well? The only problem

senses caught the fact the Priest was forced to slide

on his feet and not losing a single dart carried on his

see any results by the time I have 25, I need to take the risk and get

strength perfectly, never using more than 50%. He realized that this Priest was entirely reliant on his odd energy. The old man getting on in years

believe that he can

felt a strong sense of

but he hadn't heard a loud boom to his back like he had heard every time previously. He hadn't accounted for the possibility that the Priest could control

just in time, but his pack of

wood followed the ugly expression Leonel wore. Just like that, the 40 some odd darts

sprung upward a moment later, running for his

having to divert his attention toward Leonel's darts, the

a mad man sprinting around the room as though he was on a racetrack and not in a temple. His mind spun trying to think

strike at once. Controlled strikes take 5 seconds to charge

these strikes carry a strength of 0.82. I should adjust his strength before I figure out how to rank this seventh category. The speed of these energy strikes is at 0.89. The

I need to dodge before he sends out his strike or I'm finished. Luckily I've

taking out three silver rods he had strapped to his left hip and twisting them together,

off what remained of the box of darts, leaving about 20 pounds

strike, he leaped into the

stunned for a moment. Where could he had ever seen such technology? Luckily for Leonel, his silver rod

The distance between Leonel and the Priest was currently just over a hundred meters. Even if he ran full tilt, it would still take him over nine seconds to make it. However, with some momentum built

'One second… two!'

the side so far that his knee scrapped against the ground. Sparks flew as the metal fitting he placed over

back upright. He had fought with his life on the line for too long to feel the same shuddering nervousness. There had been nothing but him and his own thoughts for months. There was no way he was going to

next strike will very likely target my bike itself…

the air. His instincts from countless battles kicked in. All things considered, only having to account for just one opponent

'Here it comes.'