Chapter 142: Training circle

Sitting in the middle of a large magic circle that covered almost half a kilometer in radios, a boy calmly breathed with his half-naked body.

His body... the boy's body, was a piece of art created with utmost care.

Like a perfect sculpture with no unnecessary muscles, it was just perfect.

Those powerful arms, that straight, muscular back, that muscular shoulder, and those gorgeous abs.

It was hard to imagine this boy was just around eleven years old from that attractive physique.

Sitting in this endless dark room with only this one magic circle that was impossible to understand, even by great geniuses, he breathed calmly in the special air.

Special air filled with highly concentrated solar energy, and… he was still calm.

It was impossible for normal beings with no affinity for particular energy to even sense it but, for someone like him, it was a different story.