"Peak" Wimpy Man stage

Days ago he had broken through to the seventh level of the Wimpy Man Realm, the so-called peak of first stage Titanic Rage. As a result he was now a few inches taller, with an improved physique. By the Titan standards, he was already at the height of the realm, ready to take steps towards the next stage. So far, he had refined astralis in each of his hands, wrist, and ankles. He also unlocked an astralis in his neck.

Next would be his feet, and then his spine.

A total of seven astral passages were currently full of astral light. His physique had also been further refined and perfected. Now, without using any force at all, he was capable of lifting 3,250 pounds in one hand.

How crazy was that? He could crush first-level vicious beasts with his bare hands!

Each of his astralis could now increase his power level by 3.5 BP. With all seven astral points active, Jody's overall strength would skyrocket by 24.5 BP! That meant the current weight of his strength was 5,700 pounds. The power level of his battle force would be around 57 BP! During the previous day's incident with the Desolate Wing Falcon he had only activated five astralis, putting his battle force at 50 BP. He could've had a slightly easier time.

But how would that be training? Saving force was always a good idea in the wilds.

Besides, this was his mother's territory. Was he ever in any real danger?

Anyone with a power level under 57 BP wouldn't be a match for this mighty eight-year-old. Of course, this was only while his astral light lasted. Currently, Jody could either keep his astralis open for two hours, or attack with mana ten times before becoming completely depleted, his body strained and exhausted. He had discovered that he could prolong the time by not using all of his strength.

But to comprehend Titanic Rage force he had to rage! He would never grasp higher levels of this battle force if he held back while fighting. He had to go full throttle in every battle! But he also had to practice control.

Otherwise, it wasn't worth it.

For this reason, Jody chose to only rely on his body's natural strength, or avoid activating too many astralis. He hadn't yet managed to use his battle force without the aid of astral light, but he knew he was on the right path. The astral light was really meant to be a trump card, as the attacks he could unleash in his peak state were limited. At any rate, he had never felt so damn powerful in his last life, despite his varied skills and techniques.

His young self was already capable of squishing his previous 21-year-old self into meat paste.

Such power was insane!

Jody barely knew how to remain calm most of the time. He had to get out and move his body! He was addicted to having more strength. However, he seemed to have reached a bottleneck, and could no longer progress as quickly. The remaining essence in the saint force grass Grandpa Geb had left for him in his space ring was no longer as effective at improving his physique. Initially, he had thought the old man was stingy by only giving him 250 stalks.

However, to reach his current level he had just used up 80 of them. He had absorbed essence from 12 stalks of saint force grass since his last breakthrough, but he still hadn't cleared his next spirit point.

Maybe some of his recent gains would help?

Now that he had gathered all the herbs on this list, he could even learn alchemy with his mother officially. The bodies of the hero race and the bodies of the skyslaughter race were fundamentally different. Due to this, he assumed he would be able to achieve greater heights, as the hero race was proven to have the most potential.

Unfortunately, things don't always go as planned. Without alchemy, this likely wouldn't be.

Of course, if Geb knew that Jody had already absorbed the medicinal essence of 92 stalks of saint force grass, then he would surely call this kid a monster. Most Fledgling Saints and Origin Scholars wouldn't be able to absorb that much saint force grass if you gave them an entire year! Jody was a complete oddity within the rookie level.

"Seriously guys, magic is cool and all, but you know what the classic problem with magic users is? Speed!" shouted Jody to the two Sky Wolves. "No matter what, casting spells takes time! During that time, the spell caster will surely be in danger, unable to fend for himself. That will always be the optimal moment to strike! With the boosts my labors give me to my physique, why do I need to cast spells?"

Jody still remembered very clearly how he felt six years ago watching the two nobles, Rondo and Edward, battle each other in the sky. While his mother carried him, he had a very clear view. Though the handsome brown-skinned noble, Rondo, won the battle through the use of magic, it was only because he was a rank higher than his opponent. At the same level, he wouldn't have had the time to chant those incantations which powered his devastating final blow.

"This is not a class one should enter before having the means to counter this fact. Both my mother and father have Saint energy arts to help with this issue, but what do I have? Rage! Just think about it. Did the dark wing duck we fought earlier seriously injure me?

"If I have a powerful physique, then what will suffering from a few attacks amount too? Will those blows even matter? I think not, and then zap! A thunderbolt hits them in the face!" exclaimed Jody while acting out his words in an animated way.

Xavier transformed into a little boy and clapped his hands in awe, his little eyes shining. He found Jody's words and manner of speaking to his brother were very much to his liking. Sylvester landed on the ground and stared at Jody. The expression on his canine face appeared to be one of mild intrigue. This was Jody's first time seeing this look on the sky pup.

Sly took a moment to analyze things, and realized that although the fight against the inferior braveheart lioness left Jody bruised and battered, he was in much better condition after fighting the even more harrowing Desolate Wing Falcon. He snickered when remembered the boy's earlier words.

"It seems you are more thoughtful than you pretend to be. I had presumed you were just behaving irresponsibly. To think, you actually already consider things this deeply," said Sylvester, still staring at Jody in his jewel-like blue eyes.

He had assumed they heard all of Jody's thoughts. Now, this didn't seem to be the case. There was still an area of Jody's mind they didn't have access too. Could this be the privilege of the host soul?

"What you say is not without merit," Sylvester said after a moment. "After all, your mother was likely an expert-level Saint before she became a Great Scholar. As was your father, once all is said and done. It's impressive that they've reached such heights as both Sages and Saints. However, there are likely more details we haven't discovered. Especially at their age, and on this pitiful planet."