Strength of a Dragon [2]

Craig stood firmly in the center of the quiet clearing, his crimson battle suit drenched in foul, dark blood.

None of the blood belonged to him; it was all harvested from the corpses of the abominations he had slaughtered with his bare hands.

Surrounding him were five fresh carcasses of Three-Headed Rhinos, including the two he had just ripped apart.

Their heavy, rock-like bodies littered the scorched earth, turning the clearing into a miniature slaughterhouse beneath the burning canopy of the Jeju Forest.

Craig took a slow, deep breath, evaluating his condition. He was thoroughly satisfied with his experiment.

He had officially confirmed the absolute baseline of his physical limits.

The Divine Draconic Physique was an incredible, transcendent blessing, but its raw capabilities were fundamentally bound to his current cultivation Realm.