The Martial Unity

"Winner; representative Fiona Roschem!"

"And there you have it folks! Representative Fion Roschem makes it to the third round as well! This brings us to an end to the second round. Be sure to be here at the Martial Colosseum same time tomorrow to catch it in time!"

The crowd cheered loudly in response.

Rui sighed as he left the viewing balcony along with squires Kyrie and Dylon, deep in thought.

The following matches of the third round were;

Ian Nepomniachtchi vs Rui Quarrier.

Mia Marnt vs Fiona Roschem.

The winners of those would go onto fight each other in the finals.

"Freshen up a bit." Squire Kyrie told him before parting ways. "We'll meet in an hour."

Rui nodded as he headed his own way.

He had a lot to think about.

His next opponent was Ian Nepomniachtchi. He definitely had a lot to think about.

He had already gathered two round worth of data on Ian. Not idea, but not bad, and definitely better than nothing.

feel a smirk come on his face at the prospect of fighting him. Ian was incredibly strong, Rui would probably test his limits with his ability and Martial Art in that

himself a tub bath, soaking in, relaxing as

through all the information he had on Ian. A breathing technique specialist

was that the degree to which he could amplify certain parameters by was incredibly high, matching and even surpassing dedicated Martial Artists to those parameters

parameters kept changing, making it incredibly tricky to fight him, far more so than any of the other contestants. One moment he was a speedster, the next moment he could be an offensive

Rui extremely hard in a way. The fact that he was ever-changing meant that Rui couldn't just create a single adapted fighting style, he needed to create multiple adapted fighting styles. Furthermore, he needed a way to account for the rapid shifts and changes in Ian's

a problem, but he couldn't. It was too difficult. He would need to analyze and memorize immense amounts of data in the middle of the fight

was simply too data-intensive in its entirety. That problem had not yet been solved in this life either, he had been able to mitigate the problem to a certain degree with his powerful mind, but

way to overcome this barrier, otherwise he wouldn't be able to travel

his head, putting asides such nebulous thoughts. They weren't relevant to the issue

was whether he had the leeway to hold back. So far, he had just barely managed to hold back

absolutely certain he would need the Phantom Step to fight Ian, bare minimum. The worst-case scenario was that he would end up using all his trump cards and still end up losing. If he could

he met up with his

you best and hope for the

of his everchanging flexibility." Squire Kyrie had told him. "In a way, his fighting style is not

to fight his opponent. Of course, he did this in a different way

and the third round was ready to

Quarrier and his Flowing Void Style representing the Hajin branch facing off against representative Ian Nepomniachtchi and

cheered loudly, hyped for

Ian entered the arena simultaneously as they walked up towards each other, never breaking

coldly stated. "I'll

him wordlessly. He didn't care to engage

his eyes, emptying