“Would… you like to continue? Huff. Huff.”

The man was out of breath. His helmet and stab-proof vest were damp with sweat, but he had to remain armed until Jonathan granted him permission to stop. Jonathan looked through his helmet’s face shield in order to check his watch. When he confirmed that he could call it a day, he sank into the ground first. He placed the dagger in his hand on the floor and took off his helmet.

It was like a real match. Sweat poured down like rain, and their T-shirts underneath their vests were soaked and stuck to their skin. When Jonathan took off his vest and shirt, he revealed a set of bulky muscles. He had worked out hard for a long time, so his body was by no means inferior to that of his opponent’s. He had not only increased the amount of muscle on him but also focused on getting a well-balanced body.

Huff. Huff-

Miyagi, the man, and Jonathan caught their breath in silence. At the same time, Miyagi looked at the world’s richest man who was absorbed in this extreme hobby. He thought Jonathan had been doing this for a while.

Miyagi had come to Jonathan’s...