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 This was a good thing, this meant that he did not have to worry about a developed solution being too outdated due to the problem escalating.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.

that was

creating a system of thought to help me adapt to inhibited balance. His eyes narrowed. 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

had executed so many times that he mastered them in and out. He knew for a fact that these movements and maneuvers

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

could essentially calculate a correct sense of balance by

from the deviated sense of balance,

could account for that calculate what his normal sense of balance would be, and make sure that his movements matched

much my sense of balance is messed up. Rui narrowed his eyes. I'll essentially have

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

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

by a factor of four-point-eight. His eyes

deviations required massive overcorrections. Furthermore, different movements resulted in different deviations in his sense of balance,

a short amount of time. A hopeless task for any sane

didn't

excitement. An enormously challenging and interesting mental exercise with exciting constraints was something he enjoyed more

a grin broke out

make it easy for him by

BAM BAM BAM!!!

pummeled him with powerful attacks, launching him across the colosseum. Yet she didn't intend to let up in the slightest. She immediately shot after him, launching an incredibly

kick to his head, it

WHOOSH!

Her eyes widened.

Something had changed.

an attack cleanly

Rui laughed as he glanced at

Ran's expression grew

the

BOOM!!

body coiled as she gritted her teeth, propelling her leg forward with extraordinary momentum, crashing into Rui. She

She couldn't.

had gotten her to the

card she had dedicated

was more hollow than