Sliding across the training area after being delivered a powerful kick to their solar plexus, they barely where able to stand straight, feeling the impact through extremely thick training equipment.
'If I didn't have my ki reinforcing my body.. that probably would have taken me out right then and there. Using your limbs as weapons in a sword bout is uncommon, so I wasn't even prepared for it. That speed though.. I don't know if I would be able to react, eve if I knew beforehand.'
The witnesses to this spar were all equally shocked, but the fight continued on, as Guac was still standing and refused to give up yet.
Guac looked at the young man he was fighting, trying to analyse his posture. It was rigid and solid, a complete opposite of his loose and fast style he had used to counter him just a moment before. Guac poured as much ki as he could into his legs, getting ready to pounch at the young man with as much speed as he could muster. This was no ordinary person. That was the conclusion he had come to.
Tre looked at a green hue began to converge at his legs, still donning a neutral expression under his protective headware.
'He's sure putting alot of ki into his legs there. Speed is good and all, but without the strength to control it, or the coordination to aim it, there's no reason to do such a thing. Unless of course..
As Tre had suspected, such a telegraphed attack isn't something the green haired boy would do. As Guac dashed forward, he feinted his initial strike, foregoing any speed he had built, instead positioning himself into the stricking zone of Tre. Building up his ki once again, he struck upwards at an incredible speed.
As Tre had predicted, doing a slash towards him while focusing on speed was a bit too of a novice idea for this elite. Except, in this situation, that actually would have been the best idea. If you're hit with an attack that would kill you in reality, it would be your loss. Obviously Tre wouldn't fall for such a telegraphed attack, but that in it of itself made this feint even more telegraphed in return.
Before Guac could fully raise the sword, Tre stomped on the weak part of his strike, near the cross guard, predicting exactly where he would attack from.
Guac looked briefly at this turn of events, utterly bewildered at what just happened.
'He.. began the motion of stopping my blade before I had even began to swing. He knew? Does he actually have a ki technique? I didn't sense anything though.. am I seriously going to lose to someone not utilising ki!?'
Before Guac could pull his sword out of the intense grip of Tre's foot pushing it to the ground, biting into the wooden floorboards, Tre clobbered Guac with a barrage of sufficiently strengthened, succinct blows. His solar plexus, liver, a quick double punch to his left ribs and a finishing strike square on his jaw. He stumbled back slighty, before falling.
The students looked on, bewildered at the turn of events. Trying to rationalise what had happened, they began talking among eachother, quietly, but loud enough to be heard by a keen ear.
"G-Guac lost..? How? His strength was the strongest.. a 1 in a million talent.."
"There's no way.. he had gone easy, right?"
"Guac must have let his guard down, and got hit by those barbaric attacks when expecting a proper spar. How vile."
Amongst this chatter, the instructor stood still, wide-eyed, absolutely dumbfounded.
'That battle technique, I have seen it before. That seems like a technique used in the east, for deflecting strong attacks and delivering devastating jabs with minimal energy spent. Never to this degree though. I've only seen it used when enhanced with ki.. or "chi" as it's known as there. How has this boy learnt- no. Mastered such a complex fighting style?'
Tre took off the training armor, throwing it on the ground where he stood, and walked over the rack of wooden swords, poising his own in it's previous position, leaning against the wall, next to others just like it. Leaning back, he stretched his arms, pondering about the fight he just had.
'That kid isn't bad. Not bad in the slightest. He's too narrowminded in his thinking though. It's true that he hadn't expected for me to incorporate martial arts or pommel strikes into a defensive or offensive manner during a spar. If that were a real fight, he would have been dead the moment he blundered his upperhand of speed. Those debilitating strikes at the start were hindering him big time. Perhaps with some training, that fighting style he currently uses could be beaten out of him..'
Dismissing the current thoughts he had about the spar, Tre headed towards the entrance of the training hall.
"I'll be taking my leave now."
Heading out of the training hall, he raised his hand over his forehead, blocking the sun from entering his eyes.
'Well, where to next?'