Later that evening, Wallace and the other two went to the mage organization to measure Wallace's strength. The car stopped in front of the organization.
"Meow," Little White got down and wanted to jump at him, but
"Bam," he kicked it, and it rolled five meters away. He looked at it in disdain and entered with the other two. Ever since Samantha carried it, it had been sitting on the latter's bosom, and even when he woke up, it did not come down. Just when the latter put it down now, it wanted to cuddle up to him, which was something he could not accept.
They entered the training room, and the measuring equipment was brought out.
"First, your strength; punch out with the full force of your body," Samantha said.
"Hmm," he nodded his head as his expression turned solemn, and he clenched his fist. Generating force from his whole body and putting it on his fist, force projection allowed it to be easy. The air around the fist distorted, and
