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!

sliced wind in its path as it descended. Its irregular edge caused the air to bend and

coated the two foot long flat blade of

BANG! BANG! BANG!

in Leonel's body

even his movement was a measure better. However… His technique was simply too

of Gorgo seemed to contain a mysterious air to it. His strikes uniquely flowed from one stance to another, achieving a smooth resonance that allowed him to lose himself

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,

Leonel fell into a stalemate, neither one gaining an advantage over the other. And, with Gorgo's weapon having been broken once before, breaking it again after it shrunk in size was several

distance, Lancelot was beginning to grow worried, even more so than

that a

all of Leonel's skill came from the primitive man and woman? The primitive man only taught him how to bring out the full potential of his body with every strike, but the

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

he most assuredly should have won and turned it into a struggle. Even still, Leonel didn't take a single step back. In fact, his indifferent expression began to crack, shimmering with hints of

he pierced forward again and again

when Leonel was about to lose himself in battle, he frowned. An instinct that came from the depths of

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

into a vat of ice and water. He had almost forgotten that he was on a battlefield. Venting his frustration was fine, but

too lacking. I need to absorb the experiences of more of

fatigue growing, his rolling blood was also losing its control over him,