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Inside the cultivation room.

The air itself seemed to have grown somewhat scorching from Ian's boiling blood and vitality.

He exhaled.

His breath stretched several meters, like an arrow of air that only dissipated after striking the wall.

"The changes really are significant."

Ian sensed the changes in his body.

Just in terms of physical qualities, he had become at least thirty to forty percent stronger.

Clenching his fist slightly, he felt that his current strength rivaled that of a large alchemical device.

This felt different from the power given by an Elemental Wizard. In truth, it gave him a greater sense of security.

"And this kind of strength is actually suppressed less within Elemental Mist."

Ian threw a punch, and a faint ripple spread outward. It was a thin layer of elemental fog that had not been dispersed by the Mist-Dispelling Device. His subtle spiritual power was enough to let Ian sense its effect on him.

Negligible.

"So this is a Body Tempering Wizard—the Body Tempering Wizard least afraid of harsh environments."

Ian could not help but sigh.

Even in the vast Wizard World, there was still a group of Wizards passionate about Body Tempering, precisely because this Great Power was entirely under their own control and was not easily disturbed.

It was an ability that a human—or rather, a living creature—possessed from birth.

Throw a punch.

Fight!

After sensing the changes in his physique, Ian began to examine the changes in the Four Symbols Sacred Body.

His brow quickly furrowed.

"Although it has strengthened somewhat, it doesn't seem to be as great as I imagined. There even seem to be some problems."

Ian frowned.

Something was very wrong.

The enhancement was simply too weak, less than five percent.

But that should not have been the case given the