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"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.

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

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

information he had on Ian. A breathing technique specialist

a formidable opponent. The first was that the degree to which he could amplify certain parameters by

changing, making it incredibly tricky to fight him, far more so than any of the other contestants. One moment

a single adapted fighting style, he needed to create multiple adapted fighting styles. Furthermore, he needed a way to account for the

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

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 that was not

a way to overcome this barrier, otherwise he

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

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

The worst-case scenario was that he would end up using all his trump cards and still end up losing.

met up

hope for the best." Squire Dylon told

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

to fight his opponent. Of course, he did this

passed and the third round was ready

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

loudly, hyped

simultaneously as they walked up

time has come." Ian coldly stated. "I'll show you your

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

his eyes, emptying