Dimensional Descent

HONG!

Leonel took a strong step forward.

[Leonel Morales (Force Amplified)]

[Strength: 2.59; Speed: 2.38; Agility: 2.43; Coordination: 2.61; Stamina: 2.73 (+0.05 - nullified); Reactions: 2.63; Spirit: 2.92; Force: 0.60]

The grass beneath his feet swayed wildly, being pressed down by his momentum as he took yet another step forward.

HONG!

[Leonel Morales (Force and Spear Domain Lineage Factor Amplified)]

[Strength: 2.85; Speed: 2.62; Agility: 2.67; Coordination: 2.87; Stamina: 2.73 (+0.05 - nullified); Reactions: 2.90; Spirit: 2.92; Force: 0.66]

With Leonel as the center, billowing winds spread out, leaving a trail of concentric circles as though a helicopter was descending from above.

At that moment, Leonel smiled lightly. 'I haven't gotten back to Aina yet, I have no intention of dying in this place.'

"I'm sure you all heard that." Leonel said without turning back. "Aim well."

that it almost looked like his feet

of the moment, those of the Eastern and Southern Lookouts didn't have the luxury of continuing

happened earlier, but did they have much of a choice? If they didn't band together

complicated feelings of their own. They couldn't help but feel

If it came down to it, and Leonel forced them to take the vanguard, would they even be able to say

back followed him or not. He was a person with

about wildly. There was something freeing knowing that all of his opponents were just beasts, as though an inhibition on his heart had

moment, a familiar roar sounded behind Leonel, causing his lip to curl into a more prominent smile. It seemed that they had finally decided

'[Call of the Wind]'

his wrist a few times, yet several lines of white curled in the air, finding the gap between the head and thorax of several spiders

a few times in the past. But now, using it over a hundred wasn't an issue. Before he had even met the frontline of

have the same

never be so convenient. Let alone this spider legion,

up of various mutated arachnids and different kinds of insects. The tiger legion was most constructed of large

their weakness, he wouldn't allow them to stop his path forward. Especially not

the spider legion. The youths charging closely to his back couldn't help but be shocked by his dauntlessness. But, if they knew that Leonel first trial in this world was facing an army of Spaniards with no weapon outside of a bicycle… they would think much

of his back… he had earned them all with his blood, sweat and

the elegance of the primitive woman. As devastating as [Call of the Wind] was in

path, sliding past the sharp legs and chomping pincers of

it past, he would have long since stepped through the

left hand off the staff of his spear, flipping his palm