Watch Me
Adam looked at his fist with a pensive expression. The skin on it was beginning to peel off, and one could almost see the knuckle bones.
The youth had only recently started practicing the Astral Tyrant Manual, and his body was far from reaching the point of being considered the strongest weapon.
That is why in the earlier stages he would require gauntlets—strong ones at that—to carry out the techniques of the magic combat method that he had absorbed from the memories of the expert.
"Ah, whatever." Adam jerked his fist a little and then blew on it to try and alleviate the burning sensation. "I hope that fatty gets my stuff as quickly as possible."
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the three vampire spawns that were standing a few meters away from him, frozen in absolute shock.