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Waves of heat poured down over the empty training ground.
Ulysses and Osborne took the Tomes of Strength straight from Rex's hands and began tearing them apart. Despite the books' thickness, neither man had to exert any effort.
In an ordinary world, no one could tear apart an entire book as thick as a Xinhua Dictionary rather than ripping it up page by page. It was like crushing an egg directly in one's fist. People capable of such a feat might exist in an ordinary world, but they would be exceedingly rare. Azeroth, however, was different. This was a world filled with supernatural power, and both men's strength was considerable, far beyond that of ordinary people.
Tearing such a thick book to pieces was no challenge at all.
Once the two thick Tomes of Strength had been torn apart, their pages did not scatter everywhere as those of ordinary books would. Instead, they turned into motes of light that hovered before the two men. Just as they began to wonder what was happening, the motes started swirling. They moved incredibly fast, merging into their bodies in the blink of an eye, passing straight through their clothing.
"What is this?" Ulysses raised his arm and clenched a fist, murmuring instinctively.
"Strength," Osborne answered beside him.
"Yes, strength," Rex explained as he stood nearby. "What you just tore apart were Tomes of Strength."
"These Tomes of Strength are products of magic from Ancient Times. A wondrous power is sealed inside them. Once you tear a Tome of Strength apart, that sealed power spreads out and flows into your body, transforming it and increasing your strength."
"Now, both of you can try it out. See how