The Master of Brewing kept swinging his fists in the air with great force, the power so immense that it caused sonic booms.
The hearts of the nearby dwarves thumped wildly.
However, the dwarves were not fools, and instantly understood that this transformation came from the blessing. Those yet to receive the blessing couldn't help but become more excited.
Lurik couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward to pinch the Master of Brewing on his body.
"The bones aren't broken, is this because of the blessing?"
Although they had received the blessing, they didn't deeply feel the specific changes it brought.
The Master of Brewing nodded: "Although it hasn't restored my former strength, the feeling of decline has disappeared. The sense of life's passing is still there, but at least I won't grind my old bones to pieces from overexertion."
He then let out a hearty laugh: "Sergio, come out! Let's have a fight!"
