"Erik, are you sure?"
Rorschach looked at Erik, who stood before him with a serious expression, and could not help raising his eyebrows.
Erik, were you trying to get yourself killed?
"I'm absolutely sure, Rorschach. Charles's training might be useful for others, but it isn't very useful for me. I've already hit a bottleneck!"
A different kind of resolve gleamed in Erik's eyes.
It seemed that his battle against the fake Shaw had affected Erik quite a bit.
He could not beat the real Black King, and it turned out he could not beat the fake Black King either. That was a rather crushing blow.
"So, Rorschach, I need you to attack me. Treat me like a real enemy!"
"Attack me. Ambush me!"
"Don't hold back!"
Erik spoke to Rorschach with absolute determination.
Rorschach found himself rather conflicted. He understood what Erik meant: Erik wanted to force out his potential through a real life-and-death battle, allowing himself to improve and grow quickly.
The idea itself was not wrong.
But Erik had gotten one thing wrong.
He had chosen the wrong sparring partner.
With Rorschach's current strength, if he truly treated Erik as an enemy, Erik would be lucky to survive five seconds.
But considering Erik's ability, Rorschach thought it over and realized that using Erik to practice his heat vision seemed like a pretty good choice too.
After all, shooting tennis balls every day was getting a little boring.
"Fine, Erik. I agree."
Rorschach nodded, and Erik immediately revealed a delighted expression.
The two of them excitedly made their way to the training ground.
Erik had long since prepared everything there.
He had somehow acquired steel pipes, metal rods, metal tables and chairs, I-beams, and all sorts of other metal objects. There was certainly enough for Erik to put his