The sounds of Martial Arts practice and sparring came from all directions. The third-floor training ground was as bustling as ever.
The vast hall had gray floors. Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, mixing with the incandescent lights inside and illuminating every corner.
Many figures were in the training area, holding round iron balls or striking training dummies. They used alloy weights of several hundred kilograms to temper their bodies, or they leaped and flashed between iron posts, practicing their Body Techniques and sending sprays of sweat flying.
Figures also occasionally emerged from the nearby gravity chamber, walking down the corridor on one side of the hall. Whenever they saw him, they would nod and greet him respectfully.
Before long, quiet voices from the rest area drifted over to him.
"I hear Team Three's Second Squad took some heavy losses. Lost a few more people."
