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"I won\'t go easy on you," Anderson said.

"I\'m counting on that," Erik replied. Both smirked.

Suddenly, both men moved with lightning speed against each other, their movements fluid and precise. Erik launched a flurry of punches, aiming for Anderson\'s midsection, but his opponent countered with a swift block followed by a roundhouse kick that grazed Erik\'s shoulder. Erik retaliated with a spinning kick, but Anderson evaded it with a quick sidestep, his years of experience evident in his impeccable footwork.

The two fighters traded blows, their movements a blur of fists and feet. Erik\'s strength gave him an advantage in raw power, but Anderson\'s technique and strategy allowed him to counter Erik\'s attacks with calculated precision. They danced around each other, dodging and weaving, constantly assessing each other\'s movements and adjusting their strategies on as the fight progressed.

The match had just started, but the two were already going full throttle.

The exchange of blows went on. Erik tried to punch Anderson in the face, but his opponent could see his intentions from his body language. He quickly sidestepped, avoiding Erik\'s attack, and then counter-attacked with a punch of his own. However, the awakener\'s monster reflexes made it so that he anticipated the move and avoided it.

"The praises they sing for you are well-earned," Erik said.

"Thank you; I appreciate that," Anderson replied with a confident smirk. He was having fun.

Anderson\'s mastery of martial arts then shone through as he executed a series of intricate combinations, his strikes coming from unexpected angles. Erik\'s reflexes and speed allowed him to dodge most of the blows, but a few found their mark, leaving him with bruises and cuts.

Erik, in turn, responded with his powerful punches and kicks, each delivered with incredible force. Still, Anderson\'s defensive maneuvers were equally impressive, deflecting or evading most of the attacks and minimizing the damage to the bare minimum.

Their fight intensified, and the room echoed with the sound of their grunts and the thud of their blows. They were evenly matched, each pushing the other to their limits. Sweat poured down their faces, and their breath came in ragged gasps, but neither showed any signs of backing down.

Martin observed the fight with rapt attention. This was a confrontation worthy of being shared with others for many reasons. First, seeing Anderson fight was a pleasure to the eyes since he was what any martial artist had to aspire to be; second, Erik\'s aggressive style made him look like a savage beast who fought mainly by instinct, creating an amazing show for anyone seeing him doing that; and third, because of the sportsmanship between the two, who were clearly fighting for the sake of improvement.

They were not aiming for dangerous spots, were not using weapons, and were respectful of one another. This was a great fight, and it just began five minutes ago.

"These two will grow to impressive heights in the future," Martin said to himself as he watched them fight.

The bout continued for what felt like an eternity, with the two fighters locked in a fierce battle of skill and determination. They pushed themselves to their physical and mental limits, testing each other\'s abilities to the fullest.

Their movements became more and more resolute as time passed, more ferocious even, but never crossed the line. However, both sought to find a weakness in each other\'s defenses.

Anderson\'s mastery of martial arts allowed him to find openings in Erik\'s defenses pretty easily, but hitting him was anything but easy, as his speed made up for his lack of experience.

Sometimes, Anderson managed to land precise strikes, but every time he did, it was like he hit a wall. Instead, Erik\'s sheer power and speed forced Anderson to rely on his evasive maneuvers and counterattacks quite often. It wasn\'t easy for Anderson to avoid those blows; he managed to do it, up to that point, mostly because of his experience. The fight was a true spectacle, a showcase of the two young men\'s respective strengths and talents.

As the fight went on, Erik and Anderson were battered and bruised, their bodies covered in sweat and some blood trickling. However, Anderson was in much better shape than his opponent. The fight was not going in Erik\'s favor at the moment since his friend used his experience and flawless technique to keep him at bay and gain an advantage.

<What the hell?> Erik thought as Anderson avoided another attack.

The two kept fighting, and neither of them was willing to concede defeat. They stood facing each other, circling warily, searching for an opportunity to deliver the decisive blow.

Erik then charged forward, his fists flying in a flurry of punches and his legs performing movements worthy of a dance. Anderson met his attacks head-on, deflecting the blows with expert precision. He countered with a swift knee strike to Erik\'s abdomen, but the awakener countered with a powerful uppercut that sent Anderson stumbling back. That was Erik\'s first powerful attack that landed on his friend.

Anderson regained his balance and launched a spinning kick, but Erik ducked under it and retaliated with a devastating roundhouse kick that almost connected with Anderson\'s side. The two quickly backed away after this exchange.

The two stood in the room, their eyes locked in determination. Erik fully realized that Anderson was a formidable opponent. His friend moved with precision, his years of martial arts experience evident in his fluid movements and calculated strikes. He lacked Anderson\'s finesse and technique and was slightly jealous.

They restarted their bout again with cautious jabs and kicks, testing each other\'s defenses again, knowing that any broad movement could spell their defeat.

"Are you scared?" Erik asked his friend with a smirk.

"Not at all, but it would be foolish to underestimate you…" Anderson replied. Then the young man dashed toward Erik, and their fight intensified.

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The room echoed with their grunts and the impact of their blows again—a cacophony of sounds, a testament to their respect for each other and their efforts. Erik unleashed a barrage of punches, but Anderson blocked or evaded most of them.

"Damn, how can you evade my attacks?" Erik asked.

"You show too much of your intentions," Anderson replied.

Erik\'s determination fueled his adrenaline. He briefly stepped back and used his massive strength to perform an inhuman feat; he burst forth in a very short amount of space and aimed with a flying knee, aiming for his friend\'s chin.

Anderson blocked the dangerous move, threw Erik in the air, and countered with a spinning kick that caught Erik\'s back, sending him crashing to the mat. Erik quickly rolled to his feet, but he could feel the sting of Anderson\'s strike.

"That was a reckless move," Anderson said.

"But if it worked, you would be on the ground now," the awakener replied. Both contestants laughed. Then Anderson charged again, and they continued to trade blows, their movements a dance of power and technique.

Erik\'s strength gave him an advantage in raw power, but Anderson\'s precision and skill kept him on his toes. They started moving across the training room, circling each other once again, searching for openings, and Anderson quickly found one. Erik was not performing well in his footsteps; it showed that he was still inexperienced in martial arts. Anderson took advantage of that.

He executed a well-timed sweep, taking Erik off his feet. Erik grunted as he hit the mat again but quickly rolled away to avoid Anderson\'s follow-up attack. He sprang to his feet but was only met with a swift kick to the chest, sending him staggering backward.

Anderson pressed his advantage, landing a series of fast strikes that forced Erik onto the defensive. Erik relied on his instincts, blocking and dodging as best he could. He countered with his own strikes, but Anderson\'s defenses held firm.

They continued to battle, their bodies glistening with sweat and their breath coming in ragged gasps. However, as the fight went on, fatigue started to set in, especially for Anderson, who was doing his best to keep up with Erik\'s monstrous speed and strength, but that was now becoming unable to.

Their movements became slightly slower. Erik dug deep, summoning every ounce of his strength to deliver a powerful uppercut that sent his friend reeling. Anderson, however, recovered quickly and countered with a spinning back fist that caught Erik off-guard, sending him stumbling.

<Damn, this is the third time!>

They paused momentarily, sweat dripping from their foreheads, as they locked eyes again. There was no animosity between them, only mutual respect and admiration for each other\'s fighting prowess. They knew they were overall evenly matched and had pushed each other to their limits.

"I must compliment you, Erik; you didn\'t waste your time coming here," Anderson said.

"Neither did you…" he replied with a smile on his face.

Soon after, the training room became a blur of fists and feet once again, their movements blending into a seamless display of skill and athleticism. They traded blow for blow, their bodies growing weary but their spirits unwavering.