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He could switch instantly between striking power very close to that of Fae's to combat speed on par or perhaps even greater with Vyoming. Furthermore, it was practically guaranteed that he had several other techniques at bare minimum!

In which case, Ian was a menace!

Rui grinned, gaping in amazement. His personality was rotten, but his power was the real deal. He truly deserved to be placed in the same realm as Kane as far as talent went.

In fact, without the Void Step technique, Kane stood very little chance of defeating him.

Rui watched on with great interest as Ian Nepomniachtchi went onto dominate Vyoming, carefully observing his breathing noting its traits and forms.

The breathing he used to amplify power; Fire Breathing was rather slower in frequency but much deeper and larger. Rui suspected the surge of a large amount oxygen in a short amount of time allowed for the maximization of power.

The Lightning Breathing was a high-frequency breathing technique that supplied continuous oxygen boosting speed continuously.

The different forms of respiration in the different breathing techniques caused Rui to realize that he had perhaps underestimated the power of breathing techniques. If Rui had such breathing techniques he would be able to adapt much better than he currently was able to.

('Maybe I ought to take a look at techniques like those when I get back.')

"Aaaand we have a winner!" The host declared. "Ian Nepomniachtchi moves onto the second round after a stunning victory against Vyoming Hurin!"

Ian snorted, turning his back on the mangled body of Vyoming.

"He's going to be to be an extremely rough opponent for you." Squire Kyrie noted.

"Indeed." Rui nodded. Ian's fluctuating physical parameters made evolving to him a truly difficult endeavor; Rui would need to be careful not to make a single mistake.

"And coming up next we have Representative Esfand Hanax of the Grip Scraping Style, representing the Sicillia branch!" The commentator announced, as Esfand walked into the arena.

the Villimaine branch! Known as

crowd erupted in cheers as Fruend entered the

it. Not a single person had any doubt that

found suspicious was that

security staff of the Martial Contest, meaning it

someone covered something, it meant they had something to

your stances." The

of them took aggressive stances against

referee commenced

towards

SPLAT

wide open

out of the exchange bleeding while Esfand came out seemingly unharmed, with

at Esfand,

he's rough just

Martial Artist centered around friction. He had taken skin conditioning to the most extreme level and his skin was beyond what mere 'rough' could encapsulate. His skin had so much friction that simply pressing and rubbing one's skin against it caused

offensive power through his dangerous skin allowing to

quite impressed. Frankly, if Esfand had been part of the Hajin branch, he would have been able to stand

SCRAP

POW

exchanged blows after blows, however the battle had begun to shift decisively in favour of Esfand. He

WOBBLE

Suddenly, Esfand staggered.

vision blurred and as he began losing all power in his muscles at

WHOOSH!

threw a haymaker that Freund easily