It turned out Malak didn't train. Not anymore at least. But what he told Kyrexiel, when he asked him about how he used to train is to grin and. "I fight people more strongly than me."
The implication wasn't lost on Kyrexiel. Since Malak became tier four, there has been no one strong to train with him in the whole slave prison.
The next thing Kyrexiel asked him was for a fight.
It seemed like the most logical thing when he first asked because he figured Malak was the strongest here anyway. But now, actually facing him, Kyrexiel was having a rethink.
They stood face to face in the training room. The other slave fighters had been surprised by their appearance in the training room, even more so as the two faced each other.
Kyrexiel ignored them. He ignored the smell of stale sweat that reminded him of just worn sneakers. He was entirely focused on the man in front of him, the man radiating a sure powerful aura.
