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.
