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.

their heads were exploding like this. But, the truth was that this simply

modified it to be used with

completely incapable of doing this. It made Leonel realize that maybe his mastery over this technique wasn't as great as he initially thought. If he could apply better control, he felt [Call of the Wind] could be maybe even 10 times more powerful than it

five star talents. His steps held the shadow of Heckle's

seemed to be a 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

ability to think of ways land his blows. He always felt that as long as he landed a good hit, with his

him? Or, more appropriate to the current situation, what if he was simply outnumbered and

He suddenly understood now…

and even a

it… this is what I felt when I was watching the primitive woman

since taken another spear from the Spear Domain ring, but he hadn't all this time because he felt he still

faced so many enemies, yet, not only did she defeat

thought about that scene, the more incredulous he found it. How could one person stop several from running away? If it was just a matter of her speed being several times greater, that would be fine. But, Leonel knew that though she was faster than those men, it hadn't been exaggerated to

was she faster than them,

had 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

entire battlefield reflected in his mind as though he could see it all from

walked through the youths that attacked him, yet, they couldn't

battlefield and there really were four youths who had caught his attention before, which

only