Real Power?

The Metal Wolf whimpered in pain. All of its legs were broken and its spine was on the verge of getting torn apart, but Dilan didn't pay it any attention.

He felt that he was getting overwhelmed way too easily because he had always relied on his stats way too much.

Now he was not even able to use his abilities, his high stats, let alone his equipment with the item abilities.

But rather than being annoyed, Dilan felt his hands trembling in excitement and the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

It was getting exciting with all the blood and the dangers lurking around him.

After he sorted through the tangled thoughts in his head, it was necessary for him to get better control of his body. His current stats were stagnant, which was different from his state for the last ten thousand years.

Thus, he tested the limits of his body and the techniques he had learned ever since he entered the City of Trials.

'That should be good enough'