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.

impressive that their heads were exploding like this. But, the truth was that this simply displayed Leonel's lack

technique meant 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

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

His steps held the shadow of Heckle's skill within them, mixed in with a

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

launching the strongest attack. All this time, he had been using his ability to think of ways land his blows. He always felt that as long as he landed a good hit, with

opponent was several times more powerful than him? Or, more appropriate to the current situation, what if he was simply outnumbered and moving to take down one person

He suddenly understood now…

body felt lighter, his steps grew softer, and even

I felt when

but he hadn't all this time

only did she defeat them, but even when they

was just a matter of her speed

there was something mysterious about her movement… Not only was she faster than them, but it also felt like they couldn't take even a step forward without

this was all superficial. The truth behind the mystery of her footwork was her mind and

battlefield reflected in his mind as

wind as he walked through the youths that attacked

battlefield and there really were four youths who had caught his attention before, which was why he set the requirement to

not only