The Martial Unity

BAM!

Rui's eyes flew wide open as Ian struck him with a more powerful blow than ever before. Rui skidded away as he gazed at Ian with a surprised expression. Why was he suddenly stronger than before despite the wound?

Ian had a furious expression on his face. "You bastard...!"

He coughed up a little blood.

('He's pushing himself to the absolute limit.') Rui realized. Ian was essentially pushing himself to his peak at the cost of accelerating the deterioration of his condition.

WHOOSH

Ian abused Lightning Breathing even as blood splurted out of his wound, to move faster than he ever had, reaching Rui in an instant.

BOOM!

Rui grimaced as an immensely powerful blow crashed against his guard. His body shook with the impact as he leapt back. Even the combination of his three defensive techniques weren't able to mitigate the impact.

Rui's senses heightened as he realized they had entered the final phase of the battle.

He abandoned all offense and shifted all of his focus on evasion and defense. Whatever happened, he could not afford to make a mistake! A single mistake was all Ian needed to turn the tables around for himself.

WHOOSH

Rui carefully evaded a strike with a feint as he immediately activated his maneuvering techniques to open up distance between them.

However, Ian was relentless.

"RAARGH!" he snarled as he shook the very ground with the sheer force he was accelerating towards with Rui with.

WHOOSH

as he evaded yet another strike

BOOM!

of the path of a drop kick that cracked the ground Rui

colosseum was absorbed into the battle,

understood that they were witnessing

the clinch

WHOOSH

BAM!

Rui sneaked past his guard, launching a FLowing Canon on

pain as he crouched

BAM!

lashing out a flurry of wild attacks, but his condition had deteriorated too much,

POW!

to the jaw pushed his blunt force trauma

THUD

to the ground as he bled

Quarrier!"

moment,

erupted

you have it folks! The winner of this fight is representative Rui Quarrier! Against all odds he managed to

calmed his beating heart. He threw a deep look at Ian, who was being treated. He did not respect his character, but he respected his

the arena

done my boy." Squire Dylon smirked,

finals, win or lose this is an

smiled wryly. He was not blind to why she was saying that. He was relatively certain she though he had a high chance of losing in the finals. She was just being more tactful about it. Squire Dylon

people were blunt in such circumstances, Dylon even managed to be funny about it. Though he did

folks." the commentator announced. "One on hand, we have representative Mia Marnt and her Echo Blast Style representing the Fellen branch. On the other we have representative Fiona Roschem representing

as the atmosphere

twenties while Fiona was fifteen, like himself, furthermore she was short and petite for someone