Fourth Rank!
It was a rank that truly defined his strength in the middle section of the hunters.
Just this rank alone determined his influence, strength, and wealth in many countries and even the Association of Hunters.
But he wasn't concerned about them. He was more concerned about his strength, his changes.
At this moment, he clenched his fist and felt something more than just strength.
He felt control.
He wrapped his fist with Aura, and a new thought emerged in his mind. Following this thought, he punched the ground.
Thud!
The ground didn't even split.
It didn't even make a crack. There was some dust that rose, but nothing major happened.
It was baffling to Tyler.
He was just using the new mechanism that appeared in his mind to control his Aura.
He had just given it a thought, 'Weakest strength'.
But he was still expecting the ground to crack open. He was still expecting the tent to fly away.
But none of that happened.
