Dimensional Descent

Heckle seemed to realize that he had spoken out of turn, but it was too late to regret it. He had been on the brink of life and death just a moment ago, yet Leonel suddenly pulled a reverse that saved his life. How could he not be excited?

A moment later, Heckle's expression had tensed once more.

Leonel frowned and entered his stance, not forgetting to pick up the dagger on the ground first.

Another three slowly moved toward Leonel, their eyes flickering with hints of caution. This caution was not only for Leonel who was before them, but also toward one another. It wasn't as though they had suddenly begun to trust each other just because they tacitly understood they needed to work together.

Seemingly understanding this, Leonel no longer hesitated as he dashed forward. He completely ignored the young man with a broken arm, deeming him less of a threat. With the strengthening on his Internal Sight, Leonel knew that this young man had only formed a single Force Node and it was in the very arm Leonel had already broken. He was practically a cripple.

When Leonel entered a five meter radius of the three before him, he shot out the dagger in his hand. It whistled through the air, piercing one of them through the throat.

In what felt like a flash, he appeared before the remaining two, his eyes flickering with a cold, calculative light.

His speed was simply too fast.

His palm appeared on one of their chests. As though being met by an unstoppable force, the young man was sent flying through the air, crashing into a few that were taking the opportunity to surround Leonel.

Leonel's fist jabbed forward. Under the influence of [Call of the Wind], it felt as though hurricane force winds were ripping the young man apart, leaving his face distorted even before Leonel's strike landed.

Another rain of blood shot into the skies as another corpse fell beneath Leonel's fist. However, Leonel himself was still frowning.

heads were exploding like this. But, the truth

to be applied to arrows, darts and similar weapons. Leonel had modified it to be used with a spear, but the essence of the technique remained the same. Both allowed him to focus his Force into a

realize that maybe his mastery over this technique wasn't as great as he initially thought. If he could apply better control, he

flickered amidst the four and five star talents. His steps held the shadow of Heckle's skill within

mysterious rhythm to his steps as though he wasted not a single movement. It was as though he could plan several movements ahead, deftly escaping

attack. All this time, he had been using his ability to think of ways land his blows. He always

situation, what if he was simply outnumbered and moving to take down one

He suddenly understood now…

felt lighter, his steps grew softer, and even a mysterious aura began to emanate from

I felt when I was watching

Domain ring, but he hadn't all this time because he felt he still hadn't

in awe. She had faced so many enemies, yet, not only did she defeat them, but even when they wanted to escape,

of her speed being several times greater, that would be fine. But, Leonel

was something mysterious about her movement… Not only was she faster than them, but it also felt like they couldn't take even a

been so focused on his flexibility and imitating her lightness and quickness. But, this was all superficial. The truth behind the mystery of her footwork was her mind and the way

in his

the wind as he walked through the youths that attacked him, yet, they couldn't even touch the hemp

caught his attention before, which was why he set

not only