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!

edge caused the

the two foot long flat blade

BANG! BANG! BANG!

body

strength and that even his movement was a measure better. However…

strike of Gorgo seemed to contain a mysterious air to it. His strikes uniquely flowed from one stance

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,

neither one gaining an advantage over the other. And, with Gorgo's

was beginning to grow worried, even more so

a spear can do

know that all of Leonel's skill came from the primitive man and woman? The primitive man only taught him how to

prism. This made its piercing power incredibly strong, almost like the stinger of a bee, but as a result, it lost its ability to perform the other kinds of

should have won and turned it into a struggle. Even still, Leonel didn't take a single step back. In fact, his indifferent expression

his arms, he pierced forward again and again as though he didn't know

was about to lose himself in battle, he frowned. An instinct

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

of ice and water. He had almost forgotten that he was on a battlefield. Venting his frustration was fine, but burning himself out to the point of running on

lacking. I need to absorb the experiences of more of the spears surrounding the base of this

was also losing its control over him, even the violet-red