Just then, Tina could not help but snort at the look of embarrassment and fear on Grote''s face.


    Grote looked over at her. "What''s so funny?"


    Tina shook her head. "Sorry, I didn''t mean tough at you. In fact, I actually respect your intentions here."


    "I''d take on the battle if I were you," said Demetra.


    "Oh, hell no." Grote shook his head. "You''re on your own there. I''m not like you. By the way, Mister Penn, I came here because I hope you can help me. I''ve booked a flight back to the Allied States, and I''ll be gone by early morning. Can I stay the night at yours? I really don''t want to die."


    "Yeah, it''s fine. You can stay. My body''s mostly recovered. I''ll take on Toshen if he shows up."


    Wilbur sat up from the bed, flexing his joints in front of Grote for show. Honestly, Wilbur understood where Grote wasing from. Despite the fact that Grote was also a cultivator, his very own master had not been able to defeat Toshen, so why would Grote sacrifice himself like that?


    Grote was not wrong to pull out when the situation got dire. Besides, it was hard enough for a cultivator to get to peak Sanctuary level, and who knew how powerful Grote would be ten years after today?


    "I''m afraid this Toshen guy won''t be as easy to deal with, Mister Penn. Let me get rid of him if he shows up."


    "That''s alright. I''ll face him. My body''s already recovered, after all."


    Wilbur knew that Toshen was going toe looking for him and that Toshen was going to me Barett''s death on Wilbur. But Barett himself had voluntarily challenged Wilbur, and his death could not be med on anyone.


    Grote chatted with everyone else for a bit. Upon seeing that everyone seemed to ept him, he showed them his powers. Grote was an earth-type cultivator. Upon letting out a cry, his earth-type spiritual energy would expand at a rapid rate and make his muscles grow quickly.


    Grote was already over six feet tall, and activating his earth-type powers made him grow up to three meters in height. His fist resembled arge boulder when he clenched it.


    Wilbur looked at Grote thoughtfully. Wilbur cultivated both thunder-type and earth- type powers, and Grote''s earth-type powers were greatly inspiring to him.


    Since they were both defense powers and earth-type cultivation methods could forge an earth wall externally, would it be able to form an earth-type defense mechanism internally?


    After dinner, Wilbur invited Grote to the balcony. At Wilbur''s request, Grote summoned his Earth-type spiritual energy and turned into a three-meter tall giant who smashed the giant rocks prepared to pieces.


    "Mister Grote, could you tell me how your Earth-type powers are able to grow your body and muscles so immensely?"


    "Of course! You''ve helped me greatly, after all. This is a secret my master, George, passed down to me, but now that he''s gone I don''t exactly need to keep it a secret anymore. Earth-type powers are very hardy. As long as you can draw out the limits of your body and use your Earth-type powers to support it, you''ll be extremely strong. It''s like how you have more energy in your fist when it''s clenched."


    Wilbur paused for a beat, before saying, "Do you mean like this, Mister Grote?"


    Wilbur''s body began rapidly expanding, and it did not take long before he stood at around three meters, with his muscles swollen and bulging with strength.