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 This was a good thing, this meant that he did not have to worry about a developed solution being too outdated due to the problem escalating.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

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

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

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 find out how heavy they were. These short muscle memory movements with perfected balance served as a measure of

deviated, he could essentially

the deviated sense of balance, and one was left with a pure

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

of measuring how much my sense of balance is messed up. Rui narrowed his eyes. I'll essentially have to rely on my own senses since

maneuvers, combos, and other short-burst movements that he

registered the deviated readings,

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

different movements resulted in different deviations in his sense

would need to process an immense amount of information in a short amount of time. A hopeless

Rui didn't even

sense of excitement. An enormously challenging and interesting mental exercise with exciting constraints

mind raced, a grin broke

did not intend to make it easy for him by

BAM BAM BAM!!!

to let up in the slightest.

even a clean kick to his

WHOOSH!

Her eyes widened.

Something had changed.

an attack cleanly for the first

too bad eh?" Rui laughed

expression

knew more than anybody else the significance of what had just

BOOM!!

forward with extraordinary momentum, crashing into Rui. She didn't

She couldn't.

dodging even more attacks. A trump card that had gotten her to the top eight of the Martial Contest was more hollow than she

trump card she had dedicated

more hollow than she had