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

soaking in, relaxing as the

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

first was that the degree to which he could amplify certain parameters by was incredibly

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 moment he could

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

couldn't. It was too difficult. He would need to analyze and memorize immense

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

he wouldn't be able to travel his Martial path

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

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

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

passed, eventually he met up with

best and hope for the best." Squire Dylon told

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

change to fight his opponent. Of course, he did this in a different way than Rui did, only time

the day passed and the third round

Quarrier and his Flowing Void

crowd cheered loudly, hyped for this

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

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

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

his eyes,