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.'

helping it.

At the same time, he became even more certain

to take 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 had

his strength was a few notches below his own and his combat sense was even weaker. At

he took a forceful step forward that sent his battle intent soaring through the skies. It was to the point that even Lamorak himself was

succession, sending curving arcs of wind

forceful swing of his spikeless mace, but his steps were still paused, allowing Leonel

knew that his spear would snap after just a single exchange with Lamorak's mace, so how could he allow such a

[Call of the Wind] toward Lamorak's vitals, his cold calculating gaze seeing two, three, even four

moment that the crowd came to a shocking realization of what was happening. One of the 12 Knight of the Round Table was being…

case. At most, Leonel was like an annoying fly,

HONG!

felt his arm sink. Due to the sudden change, he couldn't react in time and one of Leonel's piercing strikes found its way through the chinks

is only 1.1x, but it's enough for

Leonel's eyes narrowed.

back some trump cards, but he also had to continuously monitor Aliard. However, he was so focused

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

use

even when Leonel sent out more [Call of Wind] strikes, trying to keep