The Martial Unity

The battle escalated in intensity. The spectators cheered every time Squire Ran bashed Rui with her powerful kicks!

"Go get him!"

"Tsk, all that hype and this is all he's amounting to."

"Man, I wish she would suffocate me in between her legs."

Yet, while the normies mindlessly consumed the entertainment, the Martial Artists frowned.

Something was off.

She was winning, but the air of the battle was strange.

It was the opposite.

Her gritted teeth. Her desperate aggression. Her increasingly fatigued appearance.

Rui, on the other hand, simply stared at her. His body was wounded, he had yet to land even a single attack on her.

Yet when people saw the look in his eyes... They couldn't bring themselves to bet against him.

A variety of different opinions, judgments, and evaluations flew through their minds, yet none of them mattered.

Certainly not Rui.

His mind had already kicked in top gear.

The margins of error caused to my sense of balance by the poison is no longer skyrocketing like it was when the poison was kicking in. He sharply noted. Diminishing returns. She cannot endlessly poison me, it has already reached a saturation limit. Especially given that she does not specialize in poison.

That meant that as bad as things were, they were unlikely to get worse. This was a good thing, this meant that he did not have to worry about a developed solution being too outdated due to the problem escalating.

Focus. Rui's eyes narrowed as he finished evaluating the problem.

A sense of balance was the ability to measure the torque that a body was experiencing. It was simply a measure of the net forces acting on a body. If a person held weights in only one hand, there would be an imbalance of force on that side, and the sense of balance would allow one to perfectly compensate by shifting one's body weight to the other side to ensure that the person did not fall over.

sense that was being

I have already verified that the inhibition is static. The next step is to measure the degree of inhibition of balance. Given that I know that the disorientation in my balance is a chemically induced illusion inside my brain, I can measure the degree to which it occurs by comparing how disoriented my sense of balance is even when I perform movements I know are balanced based on muscle

He knew for

deviation in his balance, but they allowed him to measure how much his sense of balance was being deviated when he performed those movements. It was no different from weighing objects against known weights to

his sense of balance was being deviated, he could essentially calculate a correct sense of balance by

sense of balance, and one

fifty percent, then he could account for that calculate what his normal sense of balance would be, and make sure that his movements matched up to the calculated correct sense of

is the means and the reliability of measuring how much my sense of balance is messed up. Rui narrowed his eyes.

Even as he defended from her attacks, he threw in maneuvers, combos, and other short-burst movements that he knew he

and registered the deviated readings, before comparing them to his perfected-balance

being deviated by a factor of four-point-eight. His

different movements resulted in different deviations in his sense

process an immense amount of information in a short amount of time. A hopeless task for any sane Martial

Rui didn't even

of excitement. An enormously challenging and interesting mental exercise

a grin broke

did not intend to make

BAM BAM BAM!!!

didn't intend to let up in the slightest. She immediately shot

a clean kick to his head,

WHOOSH!

Her eyes widened.

Something had changed.

successfully evaded an attack

laughed

Ran's expression grew more

anybody else the significance of what had

BOOM!!

forward with extraordinary momentum, crashing

She couldn't.

more attacks. A trump card that had gotten her to

card she

was more hollow than she