Atticus went through a whole series of tests attempting to assess the defensive capabilities of his suit.
He increased the temperature of the training room to staggering degrees. It was to an extent that Atticus wouldn't dare stay in such a space for a prolonged period of ti before. He would have been lted like cheese.
But with him donning his suit, Atticus could proudly say that he didn't even feel any heat. The suit maintained the sa exact temperature as before regardless of how much he turned up the heat.
Due to Atticus's incredibly keen senses, he was able to notice so slight changes in temperature anyti he abruptly increased the temperature. It only occurred for a second, but to Atticus, it was more than enough.
'It's as if the suit adapted,' Atticus imdiately made so assumptions based on what he had observed.
'They must know more about this exosuit than ,' Atticus suddenly recalled the blue-haired scientist that he had an altercation with earlier today. Since they had been the ones to design the suit, it was only natural that they knew about its capabilities.
'I'd have to figure it out on my own,' regardless, he would rather die than ask those bastards who used him as an experintal tool for help.
'First of all, the suit adapts. But to what extent?' Atticus decided to test and see how far it could go.
'Personally, I could withstand as high as 3500 degrees Celsius, which is basically hotter than lava, but this is obviously with so conditions,' Atticus had been able to withstand this temperature because of a multitude of things.
First would be his change in constitution because of his fire mimicry, and another would be because he was actively controlling the fire elent around him and mitigating the heat.
But with the suit, Atticus didn't need to do any of this; he didn't even need to focus on the fire elent.
Atticus cranked up the temperature of the training room to the highest it could reach, five thousand degrees, and as he saw that the suit still perford the sa action, imdiately adapting and adjusting accordingly, Atticus's heart skipped a beat in excitent.
'Doesn't this an that I'm basically immune to master rank fire?' Atticus thought in elation.
During his five years at the Ravenstein Estate, Atticus had done so research about the elentalist bloodline levels and it's relationship with ranks.
99% of elentalists in the human domain maintained this relationship between their bloodline and rank, novice to master rank individual would always hover between level 1-3 of their bloodline.
It was during this that Atticus was able to get insights about the grandmaster rank and the prerequisite of attaining it.
To enter the grandmaster rank required you to first be able to create a domain, and this was the sa prerequisite for entering level 4 of the elental bloodline.
What this entailed was simple: master rank individuals were more or less always in level 3 of their respective bloodlines.
According to Atticus's calculations and powers he had experienced when battling master rank fire elentalists, their limits had been at most four thousand degrees Celsius.
He imdiately tried it with each of the elents, attempting to see where its limits lay: Lightning, ice, air, water.
Unfortunately, these had only been the elents he could attempt to find out the limit to an extent in the advanced training room.
The simulation of the rest of his elents had been subpar. Plus, Atticus hadn't been able to test out his space bloodline.
Despite the incredible upgrades, the training room still couldn't stimulate the space elent.
'I guess I'd have to try the rest in the elental rooms,' Atticus decided to leave the remainder of the testing until he got to the academy campus.
The elental rooms would be able to give him the intensity he wanted.
'Regardless, this is good, very good. I'm practically immune to almost all master rank elental attacks. Though I'm not sure about arts,'
Atticus pondered as he walked over to the control terminal by the platform. The purpose of arts was to increase the attack power of an individual multiple tis, although Atticus could withstand the normal elental attacks, he wasn't sure about an art-infused one.
Atticus tapped on the control terminal a few tis and after a few clicks, the platform beside him lit up and liquid tal slipped out of them, coalescing until the form of an extrely large man was ford.
Of course, it was completely silver, and gazing at the large and thick limbs with bulging muscles, it was clear that even without the silver color, they would all still look tallic.
It wouldn't take a genius to figure it out; these were all the features of the Emberforge family, the blacksmiths of the human domain.
Atticus also changed the landscape into an endless flatland and imdiately walked, putting a good distance from the terminal.
The robot also walked forward, standing a few ters in front of him.
Atticus gazed at the ginormous robot standing at least 6'7 feet, calmly. It emitted the unmistakable aura of a master rank and Atticus had chosen it for just one purpose: to test the physical defensive capabilities of the suit.
Of all the families of the human domain, the Emberforge were known as brutes. When it ca to just physical strength, even without the utilization of mana, they were unmatched.
"Utilizing mana to augnt and bloodline to supplent, attack with your strongest attack,"
Atticus instructed the AI, who imdiately listened.
The large robot suddenly fixed its gaze at Atticus, an intense amount of pressure imdiately engulfing the area.
If this had been Atticus before, he would have been forced to, at the very least, stagger, but Atticus's current form hadn't even flinched.
The bulging muscles of the robot seed to bulge even more as its form started getting slowly enveloped in pitch-black tal.
After a few seconds, with its whole form covered in a black, plain-looking armor, the robot's form tensed as it moved.
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