The Martial Unity

Time passed quickly. Frankly, there wasn't much for him to do at his quarters. He generally immersed himself in meditation as he thought about his upcoming fight with Servil Bisha, constructing an adapted fighting style for him.

So far, he had only come with a few elements that the adapted style needed to have in order to be suited to fighting Servil Bisha.

Evasiveness and anti-striking counter-offensive were at the core of the style. As long as Rui could negate the lethality that came from the permeation of the impact due to the vibrations, he stood a pretty good chance of negating the threat.

Another means by which he could reduce the formidability of Servil's Martial Art was through grappling. Ground grappling was also another by which he could negate Servil's permeation since Servil needed to inflict impacts to permeate them. He would not be able to land even a handful, if at all any strikes in super-close-range grappling.

Establishing these two elements in his adapted Martial Art was the first step. Now he only needed to finetune it to suit Servil's Martial Art's traits.

This was where he had an advantage compared to the other representatives. They're combat prowess would not change at all between rounds, but he would become more formidable with each round with the greater amount of data and time he had to thoroughly create the most suited Martial Art for taking each of them down.

This was normally something he would have to do mid-fight, but he would achieve better results if he had more time to flesh it out.

Soon, the day passed. He hadn't left his quarters for anything asides from his meals, occasionally running into the other representatives, only half of the original sixteen were present. Yet Fiona was the only one who bothered interacting with him. She remained as eccentric as she was the day prior, asking him all kinds of random questions as she satisfied her curiosity.

"How are you so strong?"

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Did you dye your hair black?"

answered those questions as

day had passed and it was time for round two. Rui went through the

soon be commencing the highly-awaited second round of the contest!

background as Rui closed his eyes, zoning out. Prior to the start of the Martial Contest, he always thought the festive nature of the contest

quickly and the

we have Ian Nepomniachtchi and his Breathing Mountain Style of the Farund branch facing off against Representative Freund

two contestants entered the arena, their powerful minds weighed on the onlookers as tension bwas bred in

you stances."

while Freund's stance leaned more towards

Freund took down his mouth mask this

not going to be good enough. This fight is

snorted. "You talk too much. I'll show you how

history between them, though

The referee commenced

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Ian with his hand reached out. His intentions were clear. His entire skin was poisonous, but he needed to make contact to

WHOOSH

close attention to his breathing. He had to face Ian

continuously avoiding Freund's attacks. To the untrained eye, it merely seemed like he was being passive as he avoided. But Rui actually approved of his decision. With Freund's poison being as potent as it was, it was best not to touch him unless the gains outweighed the losses. If his poison was