"..."
Cyril returned to his room in silence, finally exploding once he shut the door, clenching his teeth and pounding fiercely on the stone desk.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The several hundred-pound stone desk quaked incessantly under his blows, showing signs of cracking.
But although Cyril was angry, he hadn't completely lost his sanity.
He was still holding back, otherwise the stone desk would have already been shattered by his massive fists.
Already awakening his innate divine power, and after years of hard training and mastering martial monk techniques, his hands were now akin to a formidable extraordinary weapon.
Though Cyril was more adept at using a warhammer, he was already capable of easily defeating martial monks of the same level with just his bare hands.
Thud!
Crack...
As a tiny crack appeared on the desk, Cyril finally calmed down a bit, no longer pounding, cautiously raising his hand, clenching his fist tightly.
