233 Psychic Pressure Resistance Training

"Perfect timing." From a distance, Hamilton smiled when he saw the assembly of warriors gathered in front of a massive square cabin-style device, "It hasn't started yet, you can still make it to this training session."

After taking a couple more steps and getting a clear view of the slender execution officer from Arbitration Place, "the instructor", Hamilton paused slightly in surprise.

"A new face?"

He muttered softly to himself, but Hamilton didn't care too much.

The goings-on of Arbitration Place weren't their concern, and personnel changes there didn't need to be reported to him; as long as someone was present, that was all that mattered.

"Go on," he patted Bai E on the back and stood with arms crossed, waiting to watch the show.

The city's resources were limited, and although they claimed to provide support for the armored battalion, up to now, only one training pod had been built.