"Whatever, let's not think too much..."
Damien muttered to himself, brushing the heavy thoughts aside. He gave his head a quick shake, as if physically throwing away the pressure weighing on his mind.
In the next moment, an excited smile crept across his lips—sharp, eager, and full of youthful energy.
Now that he had reached the peak of Iron Rank, he could feel the raw power humming beneath his skin like a tightly coiled spring ready to explode. His muscles, bones, and blood all felt denser, stronger, more potent—as if the very core of his being had been reforged.
A glint of curiosity flickered in his eyes.
Back when he was only at Iron Rank stage 3, his body could already exert over a hundred thousand kilograms of pressure. That was equivalent to more than a hundred tons of force unleashed with precision and violence—something most Silver Rank warriors couldn't even dream of matching.
But now…
