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!

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

gaze burned with fighting intent. His Spear Force coated the two foot long flat blade of

BANG! BANG! BANG!

body rolled with every

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

strikes uniquely flowed from one stance to another,

He continuously calculated and responded with a strong pierce again and again, but this was all. He could only rely on his ability to make

and 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

distance, Lancelot was beginning to grow worried,

know that a spear can do

taught him how to bring out the full potential of his body with every strike, but the primitive woman's fighting technique was entirely reliant

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 its ability

took a battle that 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

of his arms, he pierced forward

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

happened. His Internal Sight was too

dunked into a vat of ice and water. He had almost forgotten that he was on a battlefield.

to absorb the experiences of more of the spears

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