A friendly match (1)

Erik wiped the sweat from his brow as he stepped out of the training arena in the Yellow Palace, his muscles throbbing with exhaustion.

He had just completed his daily regimen of rigorous physical and mental exercises, pushing himself to the limit in order to hone his skills as a warrior.

Today he felt like it was the culmination of months of hard work and dedication, and Erik was satisfied with the progress he had made.

However, he was going to put everything to the test against Anderson. The young man was a war machine; not only was he insanely talented in martial arts, but he was even really good at making neural links, and he had a lot.

Recently, Anderson managed to get to the PI3 rank; essentially, he was as strong as the top-ranked Squires, but he was only at the Peasant one.