Mag didn't look any different from before, but only he was aware of the transformation his body had undertaken. After practicing for 70 sleepless days in the test field for the God of Cookery, he had already mastered all of the sword forms that he was capable of using, and completely perfected them.
Those sword forms were deeply ingrained in his memory in the first place, so his body held a certain degree of muscle memory. All he did was to awaken that muscle memory, and achieve true mastery.
Now, he had done it.
Mag clenched his fist, and repressed the urge to grab his sword, and examine the fruits of his labor. If he were to encounter that 3rd-tier bronze wild boar again, even if he couldn't defeat it outright, he was confident that he would be able to evade its attacks with ease, and be better equipped to harm it.