Wain was amazed at the power that lurked in the Three Wanderer Steps. He hadn't expected that one swing would bring such destruction.
"AHAHAHAHA, this is incredible, but... I have to be careful." Wain muttered, looking at his trembling right hand.
The recoil from that punch was pretty serious. He needed a little practice to master that skill fully. Any great power had a corresponding recoil, and to level the recoil, one had to have a certain mastery.
The Ring of Damned flashed, the platinum sword disappeared, and a blue pack of cigarettes appeared in Wain's hands.
He lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke a few seconds later. It turned into a pawn and then dissipated.
"Hmm, it's a month until the island will appear, I don't have much time, but all I have to do is find a vehicle. I can afford to spend some time training."
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