Dimensional Descent

Leonel shoved off a massive slab of building off of him. Finally, it seemed that his eyes showed a bit of clarity, likely due to the thumping pain in his arm currently.

His right hand wasn't a mass of bloody flesh as one might expect, but it wasn't that far off either. His bones managed to survive the ordeal with a few fractures, but the skin on his knuckles was completely obliterated. It could be said that for a normal human, this arm could be considered useless for the foreseeable future. But Leonel was able to ignore it somewhat at his current stage.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of dwelling on this for any decent period of time because Lamorak was already charging toward him, his lumbering figure causing the ground to shake.

Leonel's expression turned cold.

Someone was playing with his mind. He wasn't one to lose his temper easily. Something like flying into a rage like he just had wasn't something he would do under normal circumstances.

By now, Leonel was certain that his actions were related to Aliard. It seemed that the magic system of this Mythological Zone was even more troublesome to deal with than he had thought originally.

But, now that he had recovered, he wouldn't allow his mind to be affected as easily again.

'Since you want to fight, let's fight.'

Leonel's palm flipped, causing his pointed spear to appear in his hand.

He had already decided. His priority was running from this place, but he had to find an opportunity. It took time to sink into the earth and escape. Now that he thought about it, the best chance was while he was still beneath the pile of rubble, but his mind had still been clouded then.

'I'll use this battle to scale the strength of these knights and probe what other abilities their so-called Three Star Magi have. Then, I'll get sent flying again and use that chance to escape through the earth.'

was no helping it.

he saw Leonel's spear appear. At

out his weapon from thin air, but this wasn't something a supposed commoner should be able to do. It was becoming more and more obvious that Leonel

he was still feeling confident. He had seen through Leonel's strength after their first exchange. Aside from a strong physical defense, his strength was a few notches below his own and his combat sense was even weaker. At least… that was

step forward that sent his battle intent soaring through the skies. It was to the

succession, sending curving arcs of wind toward the hulking

were still paused, allowing Leonel to take another forceful step forward, sending out several more

with Lamorak's mace, so how could he allow such

the Wind] toward Lamorak's vitals, his cold calculating gaze seeing

moment that the crowd came to a shocking realization of what was happening.

an annoying fly, constantly pestering the latter and keeping him from being able to exert his

HONG!

change, he couldn't react in time and one of Leonel's piercing strikes found its way through

1.1x, but it's enough for a sudden change of

Leonel's eyes narrowed.

use his full strength, neither was Leonel. Not only was he holding back some trump cards, but he also had to continuously monitor Aliard. However, he was so focused on protecting his life that he

the fact he had been injured, Lamorak didn't seem to care. In fact, he

seems I will have to use

moving entirely. Yet, even when Leonel sent out more [Call of Wind] strikes, trying