Dimensional Descent

Though others were likely making their own assumptions about Leonel's current state of mind, the man himself was incomparably calm as he watched the ground quickly approach him. Falling like this truly wasn't pleasant.

Leonel had already calculated that the chance of this happening was quite high. In order to lure Badger in, he lowered his speed. As a result, the Adurna family would obviously think that he would fail. If that happened, there was a 76% chance they would act direclty against him as a show of goodwill toward the Slayer Legion, thus making their subsequent asks more palatable.

This was simply how the world of the upper echelons worked, a complex network of meaningless pleasantries, fake smiles, and most important of all: debts.

It could only be said that Leonel was unlucky. Though he had known they would try to stop him, the odds of them having such a perfect ability to do so was relatively low. He was definitely getting screwed over by the luck gods. But, even then, he didn't panic.

Just when it seemed he would fall face first, he rolled his left shoulder forward and performed a somersault. The instant his two feet hit the ground, still binded together, he lowered himself into a strong squat and leapt forward.

With his current strength, such an action easily sent him over ten meters into the air, falling in a not so elegant parabola shape. However, it was unquestionable that his speed had fallen. In fact, Badger was already not much more than 15 meters from him.

Leonel sent a casual glance toward the leading man of the Adurna family. The man couldn't help but frown when he saw Leonel's calm countenance. It felt as though Leonel could see right through him, as though he was analyzing and memorizing every little detail. It didn't seem like a cold gaze for the sake of being cold, but the kind of indifferent glance one would give a sheet filled with numbers.

Without suspense, Badger caught up to Leonel just as the latter hit the ground once more. He didn't speak any words, but the derision in his eyes were cleared.

Toward such disdain, Leonel could only shrug. If such simple words made them so infuriated, it only meant that the Slayer Legion was even worse off than he thought.

"Double Bind."

The little girl stretched her fingers out again. This time, Leonel's wrists snapped together, causing his frown to deepen.

He had already entered the clearing and was just 50 meters away from the Zone. But at this point, it might as well be a miles away. How infuriating.

The little girl's ability was truly astounding. Leonel believe that it was Tier 8 at worst.

seemed more… mytserious than that. Almost as if the laws of physics around him had changed to make it so that his ankles and wrists were only allowed to be together. Should they be apart, it would be breaking the regulations

and he wondered if it was possible to apply to

But, instead of attacking directly, he swooped to Leonel's back, blocking his path toward the Zone before sending a punch

relaxed slightly.

BANG!

"AH!"

shook his head and sighed. Badger's bones were formed to optimize his speed and flight. Him

his shoulders? However, compared to Leonel who was on the verge of forming

bone in his arm fractured and his knuckles contorted. He fell to his knees, holding onto his hand as his face turned

would be aware of the full extent of his abilities? He had grown so powerful that he had no need to show them all of his

how

a Natural Force Art. She was imposing laws on him… It was no wonder this feeling felt somewhat similar to when he was observing the Force Crystal Core. What a

knew that no

that little girl always pointed at him before her ability took effect. Was it just the quirks of a child?

something to do with her finger. He couldn't sense anything particularly

'Sight?'

Leonel's eyes narrowed.

redoubled their efforts. It would

But, Leonel suddenly smiled.

ground beneath his feet suddenly became like a pool

of the reasons he was able

without reserve as though he didn't care about the expenditure. But, it was effective. The

Badger's massive wings. The latter was in so much pain that he hardly

Leonel. It was his arm that was hurt, not his wings. He wouldn't even hit these people so what was the point of doing such a