A few seconds after the phone call disconnected, Karma looked at his blinking phone and then let out a weary sigh before pocketing his phone.
He was wearing a skintight shirt with ripped jeans and combat boots. There were weights on his ankles and wrists, but those seemed to barely affect his movements.
A few sweat drops fell off his face and landed on the floor of a gymnasium.
Around him, destroyed pieces of metal and wood lay scattered. They were previously part of the training dummies that he had just demolished with his bare hands.
He then turned his gaze back to the pillar in front of him. One part of the pillar was padded with foam to soften the impact of his strikes so that he wouldn't accidentally punch through the pillar.
While he was far from his former strength, his shelled martial soul had shown cracking ever since his son showed his Iron Style.
"Hmm…"