The Martial Unity

"Look at that guy, he has the audacity to sit down in the middle of the competition!"

"He's either confident or cocky."

"Tsk, who does he think he's fooling? He's just waiting for an appropriate target to get a hand on a pass, and then steal it from them!"

Rui did not care for the small commotion he drew. It was easier to resist the storm when he was more anchored to the ground and the colosseum wall behind his back, allowing him to conserve more energy from the storm.

That was the reason he went out of his way to do that, it had nothing to do with anything else.

('Hm, so far, only fifty percent of the contestants are making actual efforts in trying to get their hands on a pass. The remaining fifty are clearly opting to go for the robbing route.') He noted.

This made sense since not everybody was compatible with trying to overcome a tornado like this. Poison-oriented Martial Artists, for example, were extremely incompatible with non-living threats. They could be exceptionally dangerous as long as their opponents were alive, but that was no longer true if they were dealing with forces of nature.

In such a circumstance, they could not accomplish anything against a tornado. It made sense to wait until a contestant got their hands on a pass, and then poison them and take their pass.

If Rui chose to go for obtaining a pass from the table, then he would certainly be forced to deal with those predators that were simply waiting for an opportune moment. However, being the predator did not strictly sound fun either, each contestant was going to defend their pass with everything they had, and he would be forced to reveal a lot of his power to all the other contestants if he chose to fight.

That was an undesirable outcome. This was not just a competition for passes, it was also a competition for information. The one that gained the most information had the highest chance to succeed.

Of course, that did not mean Rui ought to immediately begin developing predictive models for all contestants.

inefficient, not to mention impossible given that there were two hundred contestants and

had been observing the success rate of the various approaches being employed by the contestants.

contestants,

storm to give all three fields of combat an equal chance to succeed, so as to not unfairly give any one

appeared that she was not as

that did not

Martial Squire

were some who had made far

the table than most. She breathed in a particular manner, taking slow but measured steps

over, looking for a particular individual out of all the

an impassive expression. "Pushing through the

Rui narrowed his eyes.

peril she radiated spiked

Her demeanor emanated displeasure.

words escaped her

"How aesthetically unappealing."

tilted his

She wasn't done, however.

the tornado without activating a single offensive or