Chapitre 220: Races and Cocktail

Wain was amazed at the power that lurked in the Three Wanderer Steps. He hadn't expected that one swing would bring such destruction.

"AHAHAHAHA, this is incredible, but... I have to be careful." Wain muttered, looking at his trembling right hand.

The recoil from that punch was pretty serious. He needed a little practice to master that skill fully. Any great power had a corresponding recoil, and to level the recoil, one had to have a certain mastery.

The Ring of Damned flashed, the platinum sword disappeared, and a blue pack of cigarettes appeared in Wain's hands. 

He lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke a few seconds later. It turned into a pawn and then dissipated.

"Hmm, it's a month until the island will appear, I don't have much time, but all I have to do is find a vehicle. I can afford to spend some time training."

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