The largest training facility in Muscle City echoed with the sound of steel striking steel.
CLANG!
THUD!
BOOM!
Everywhere Kai looked—
People were training.
Some swung giant hammers heavier than most people.
Others wrestled without shirts.
Several practiced marksmanship with rifles.
A few stood perfectly still while letting others punch them in the stomach.
Kai blinked.
"...What."
Andrew walked ahead without looking back.
"Morning routine."
"...That isn't normal."
"It is here."
Kai decided not to question it.
Probably healthier that way.
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The deeper they went—
The fewer people remained.
Eventually they reached the center arena.
Unlike the rest of the facility—
This place was almost empty.
Only one person occupied it.
THOOM!
A heavy sandbag exploded apart.
Another.
Another.
Another.
The man never stopped moving.
Punch.
Kick.
Elbow.
Knee.
Every strike carried terrifying precision.
Kai quietly observed him.
Smaller.
Not by much.
But compared to Nish and Andrew—
His frame was noticeably more compact.
Yet...
Every muscle looked compressed.
Dense.
Like someone had taken Nish's physique...
...and squeezed it into a smaller body.
He wore nothing above the waist.
Only dark military pants.
Combat boots.
Bandages wrapped around both fists.