Dimensional Descent

Leonel was just one person. With his ability, he was able to split his mind and study many things at once, but even then, he only had one body. There were only so many things he could do at once.

In truth, he was already lucky to have set aside some time to gain the acknowledgement of the spear in his hand currently. He still remembered the feeling of his soul sheering apart beneath its presence…

However, no matter how much of an advantage his ability gave him, he couldn't master everything. To now, he had mastered all the abilities the Mage Academy had to offer him in terms of Mage Arts. But, he still hadn't had time to study the path of knights.

Seeing Gorgo explode like this before him, it reaffirmed his will to dig up all the secrets of this world.

What remained of Leonel's robes billowed beneath the wind. He could already feel his arms slightly aching beneath the pressure. This wasn't due to Gorgo's strikes, but rather because he wasn't used to using such a heavy weapon.

To the current Leonel, lifting a hundred pounds wasn't a problem. In fact, this was simple even for an average male. However, lifting a weight and using a weapon of such heft were two completely different concepts.

BANG!

Gorgo's armor cracked and shattered into several pieces, spiraling into every which direction like the shrapnel of a grenade. His bulging muscles flexed beneath the influx of energy surging toward him, veins of pumping blood racing across his skin like crimson serpents.

He raised his ax into the air. But, his target wasn't Leonel at all. Instead, he slammed the flat of the blade over his knee, shattering the blade along the line of the damage Leonel had caused.

The resulting weapon was sinister beyond belief. The irregular, jagged edge looked like the jaws of a demon bearing down from above.

SHUUU!

caused the air to bend and twist, making it sound

intent. His Spear Force coated the two foot long flat blade of his spear

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Leonel's body rolled

observing that Leonel had greater strength and that even his movement was a measure better. However… His technique was

from one stance to another, achieving a smooth resonance that allowed

with a strong pierce again and again, but this was all. He could only rely on his ability to make up for his lack of skill, but against a truly strong enemy, such a thing would

advantage over the other. And, with Gorgo's weapon having been broken once before, breaking it again after it

worried, even more so than he had

a spear can do

man only taught him how to bring out the full

a modified blade in the shape of a prism. This made its piercing power incredibly strong, almost like the stinger of a bee, but as a result, it lost

it into a struggle. Even still,

focused. Ignoring the aching of his arms, he

himself in battle, he frowned. An instinct that came from the depths of his heart

what happened. His Internal Sight was too sharp. He felt the eyes of

head had been dunked into a vat of ice and water. He had almost forgotten that he was on a battlefield. Venting his frustration

I need to absorb the experiences of

took a deep breath. With his fatigue growing, his rolling blood was also losing its control over him, even the violet-red