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.

fighting him. Ian was incredibly strong, Rui would probably test his limits with his ability and Martial

fixed himself a tub bath, soaking in, relaxing as the warmth permeated his

skimmed through all the information he had on Ian. A breathing technique specialist that generally fought by amplifying his parameters by using

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

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

sighed. If he was able to use the higher-end pattern recognition systems of the complete VOID algorithm, it wouldn't be 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 and process them through the

It was simply too data-intensive in its entirety. That problem had not yet been solved in this

otherwise he wouldn't be

nebulous thoughts. They weren't

thing he wasn't sure about was whether he had the leeway to hold back. So far, he had just barely managed to hold back

end up using all his trump cards and

passed, eventually he met

and hope for the best." Squire Dylon told

told him. "In a way, his fighting style is not too dissimilar

course, he did this in a different way than Rui did, only time would tell who

the day passed and the third round was ready to

the third round, ladies and gentlemen!" The commentator welcomed. "In the first match of the third round, we have representative Rui Quarrier and

loudly, hyped for this anticipated

Ian entered the arena simultaneously as they walked up

time has come." Ian coldly stated. "I'll

him wordlessly. He didn't care to

closed his eyes, emptying his