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 This was a good thing, this meant that he did not have to worry about a developed solution being too outdated due to the problem escalating.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

this sense that was being

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 can measure the degree to which

that he mastered them in and out. He knew for a fact that these movements and maneuvers were perfectly balanced because he had

sense of balance was being deviated when he performed those movements. It was no different from weighing objects against known weights to find out how heavy they were. These short muscle

sense of balance was being deviated, he could essentially calculate

deviated sense of balance, and one was left with a

what his normal sense of balance would be, and make sure that his movements matched up to the calculated correct

sense of balance is messed up. Rui narrowed his eyes. I'll

from her attacks, he threw in maneuvers, combos, and other short-burst movements that he knew he could trust

measured and registered the deviated readings, before

by a factor of

overcorrections. Furthermore, different movements resulted in different

a short amount of

Rui didn't

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

as his mind raced, a grin broke out beneath his

to make it

BAM BAM BAM!!!

Yet she didn't intend to let up in the slightest. She immediately shot after him, launching an incredibly powerful kick to his

she could land even a clean kick to his head,

WHOOSH!

Her eyes widened.

Something had changed.

attack cleanly for the

Rui laughed as he glanced at

Ran's expression grew

else the significance of what had just

BOOM!!

teeth, propelling her leg forward with extraordinary momentum, crashing into Rui. She didn't stop bombarding him

She couldn't.

began successfully dodging even more attacks. A trump card that had gotten her to the top

she had dedicated

it was more hollow than she had ever