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.

him. Ian was incredibly strong, Rui

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

technique specialist that generally fought by amplifying his parameters

he could amplify certain parameters by was incredibly high, matching and even surpassing

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 striker, the next

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

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

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

barrier, otherwise he wouldn't be able

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

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

end up using all his

passed, eventually he met up with his

hope for

told him. "In a way,

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

day passed and the third round was

of the third round, we have representative Rui Quarrier and his Flowing Void Style representing the Hajin branch facing off against representative Ian Nepomniachtchi and his Breathing Mountain Style representing the Farund

crowd cheered loudly, hyped for this anticipated

arena simultaneously as they walked up towards each other, never breaking eye

Ian coldly stated.

at him wordlessly. He didn't care to engage in a juvenile exchange

his eyes, emptying