With that in mind, Asher closed his eyes, feeling the vast energy coursing through him. His Sanguine Supreme ability had evolved, his body reinforced to a whole new level. His senses stretched farther than before, his muscles held power beyond anything he had ever wielded.
This was not just an increase in rank—this was a transformation. Each advancement brought a massive improvement, elevating him to a whole new level.
After a moment, Asher finally stabilized his advancement. He stretched his body and moved around, adjusting to the newfound control over his enhanced form.
"I am a god now," Asher declared, his voice calm yet filled with conviction.
The old man, who had been meditating, nodded as he woke up. He stood up, cracking his knuckles.
"Let's fight, then," he said with a grin.
Asher nodded, stepping forward.
