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."

his speed so swift that it almost looked like his feet weren't

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

but did they have much of a choice? If they didn't

help but

meat shields. If it came down to it, and Leonel forced them to take the vanguard, would they even be able to say no? Where would they go? Without

gravel-like land of death. To him, it simply didn't matter whether those to his back followed him or not. He was a person with a soft heart. This was precisely why

knowing that all of his opponents were just beasts, as though an inhibition on his heart had been removed and he could

lip to curl into a more prominent smile. It seemed that they had finally decided

'[Call of the Wind]'

couldn't be compared to the first time he had done so. It looked as though he had only casually flicked his wrist a few times, yet several lines of white curled in the

over a hundred wasn't an issue. Before he had even met the frontline

have the same weakness

so convenient. Let alone this

various mutated arachnids and different kinds of insects.

Leonel had a firm grasp of their weakness, he wouldn't allow them to stop his path forward. Especially not

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

the straightness of

movements became ethereal, his steps carrying a bit of the elegance of the primitive woman. As devastating as [Call of the Wind] was in the long

a path, sliding past the sharp legs

through the

of his spear, flipping his