The Martial Unity

He already knew this but, Master Uma was quite different from Master Carian. The latter was a lot more considerate and kind towards younger Martial Artists like himself. The former was a lot more ruthless and rough than her colleague.

She didn't care to actually oversee the actual challenge itself. She was so averse to wasting her time on younger and inferior Martial Artists like them that she decided to integrate her training into the contest's challenge so that she did not waste any time on them and could train while fulfilling her duties.

He found it interesting that she had the ability to essentially bypass her duties using such loopholes, but did not possess the authority to reject her duties. After all, if she did not want to be here, then why didn't she straightforwardly reject her duty as the organizer of the second round?

That made Rui conclude that the duty was assigned to her by someone with enough power and authority that she couldn't reject it. Especially since he could already tell that she was most certainly a zealot of the Virodhabhasa Faith.

Regardless, none of that mattered at the moment.

Rui narrowed his eyes as he considered the challenge before him. He analyzed the tornado she produced carefully, gauging as much information about it as possible.

It was not a natural tornado, obviously. That meant that there was a good chance that it did not strictly behave the way a natural tornado did.

And he was right.

uniform,') Rui narrowed his eyes as he felt the fabric of the tornado with his Tempestuous Feel. ('Rather than layers of flowing wind, it's more like a group of discrete gusts

of the breathing technique that she was using, it was most likely not a

he could verify this through the storm despite it jamming all senses. Riemannian Echo was completely unperturbed. He could clearly sense Master Uma

breathing was like the flapping of the wings of a bee. It was so frequent and rapid, that it was almost imperceivable. Each exhalation was short, extremely momentary, and

the sheer number of individual gusts of wind essentially formed something

appreciate how remarkably fair the test was to Martial Artists of all three primary fields of combat. The nature of the challenge allowed for offensive, defensive, and maneuvering-oriented Martial Artists to each try and overcome this incredible hurdle in their own

Martial Art and Martial Body to weather and shield themselves from the power of the tornado, although it depended

time

Martial Artists could simply fight back against the storm and push back against the winds in

had also realized that Rui could see Martial Artists falling

answer was what approach he wanted to go for. Since he had

three,') Rui narrowed his eyes. He wasn't sure if the potions that the contest would supply would necessarily return him back to peak condition if he pushed himself with the Metabody

determining how he ought to go about it because he wasn't immediately able to gauge which of the approaches would conserve him the most energy. Even within each approach, he had multiple choices. Like within the offensive approach, he could choose to apply his power through physical strength or through potent projection of wind

use Weaving Blood to simply heal all the damage he endured while he was wading

way either. He could just steal a pass from one of the contestants who did manage to get their hands on one. He was not opposed to this choice either out of some