[i]"Did that dipshit just teleport out of the fight?"[/i]

Ichi-gou was left looking at empty air, having watched his knife stop an [i]instant[/i] before its point would have buried itself into his opponent's head, followed by a brief flickering of white…and then the man was gone.

Not gone like he'd become invisible, or some other shifting of the light around him to make him hard to see.  And not gone like he'd phase-shifted or something.  He really did look [i]gone.[/i]  Like he'd seen the knife and decided that'd be that, and ditched out.

Ichi really didn't think he'd seen a teleportation take place.  The guy hadn't reappeared anywhere else in Ichi's line of sight or in reach of any of the sensors he had probing the area for sign of that weird tell-tale energy signature he'd been emitting when he first showed up.  He wasn't showing up as a new lifeform in any of the other arenas connected to the main-hall either, because Ichi had been checking those when his sensors first started combing the area.  Nothing in them had changed.  And the guy couldn't just be phase-shifting or the like, because then his energy [i]should[/i] still have been present, even if his body couldn't be physically touched.  There really wasn't a trace of the prick left, be it physical or meta, in the Hall.

Ichi-gou; in the hidey-hole of his hallway, was mighty rubbed raw about that, and when Ichi got buggered about a situation that buggering it was quite in his maturity level to do something similar in return.

The pretty-boy probably was working under the same rules as Ichi-gou was, if he'd been approached about this contest the same way Ichi had been.  So he probably knew that Ichi had already been through some level of combat in the Tournament to this point.  He just wouldn't know against who or what, or what had transpired.   If he wasn't, and this was his first battle in the contest, he'd have been jumping into things even more blind, because Ichi doubted any Multiversal eyes beyond those of the Hosts had been watching his fight with Lucius.

Which meant no one but he, Lucius (whatever was left of the lich, anyway), and the Hosts knew that Ichi-gou had a piece of equipment in his gut that blocked distortion of the quantum barrier of whatever dimension he was in, barring physical intrusion of it by anything outside the physical world, from other realities, and it could stop the effects of most metaphysical techniques.  It had proven effective enough that even the Hosts who'd set things up by creating a whole pocket dimension hadn't been able to get through it and move Ichi onto his next battle until after he'd turned the thing off.

Ichi triggered the diffusion-field generator in his stomach, and the field pulsed to life just as instantaneously as it had when Ichi-gou had used it to block Lucius' Warp and Chaos summoning tricks.  Pulsing out from Ichi-gou's body at just a tiny bit below the speed of light, the field spread through the area.  

There was one heck of a big difference between now and between when Ichi had nailed Lucius to a cross-beam, however.  Ichi had been working with a stunted power-core at the time.  This round of combat though, he'd been given no restrictions at all.  While the field had covered a few city blocks before now it raced out and spread from one dimensional wall of the Grand Tournament's dimension (which was really just outside the door), to the edges of the arenas that branched off the various corridors arrayed around the hall's perimeter.

Ichi had plenty of power to spare too.  So when he grunted and turned to resume his walk down the stinky passageway, he knew the field would keep in place covering the entire area.

Ichi took another swig  of the liquor, doing so rather beligerantly and smugly at the same time.  The big and tall bastard wanted to run away?  Fine.  Let him.  He wouldn't be showing back up to cause Ichi grief now, since the field would stop anyone from rematerializing into the hall's physical  plane.  If the guy worked up the guts to actually fight and wanted to come back he'd have do it with someone else.  Ichi was content to pass the coward off as a waste of time.