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.

on his face at the prospect of fighting him. Ian

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

had on Ian. A breathing technique specialist that generally fought by amplifying

the degree to which he could amplify certain parameters

the fact that his 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

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,

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

viable fighting style in his previous life. It 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

needed to find a way to overcome this barrier, otherwise he

head, putting asides such nebulous thoughts. They weren't relevant

he had the leeway to hold back. So

up using all his trump cards and still end up losing. If he could do it, he would likely to keep the Blink plus Stinger combo hidden until

eventually he met up with his

do you best and hope for the best." Squire Dylon

wary of his everchanging flexibility." Squire Kyrie had told him. "In a way, his fighting style is

those words. He agreed. Ian was also able to change to fight his opponent. Of course, he did this in a

day passed and the third round was ready

Quarrier and his Flowing Void Style representing the Hajin branch facing

hyped for this anticipated

arena simultaneously as they walked up towards each

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

didn't care to engage in a juvenile exchange of

he closed his eyes,