Amidst the scared gazes of everyone, Noah stood up, brushing off the dust on his clothes.
He cracked his jaws, which had a small stain of blood on them.
Wasker threw a hard punch there.
"Not bad."
Noah praised, deeply. He did not mind that someone had punched him, in fact,ct he felt good.
Not in a perverted way, but it was a breath of fresh air for him.
However...
"If that was your full strength, then I hate to say it, you won't win against me. This ends here."
That punch on his face told him one thing. He was around the same strength as Wasker, not much stronger when he used his mana to strengthen his body, but he definitely was around the same strength as him.
But that's based on his physical strength alone; he had his spells, too.
Though he was surprised by how much mana he needed to expend to get his body to act like this.
He was jumping many realms with his physical strength alone, so the rate at which his mana veins used his mana was obviously large.
