Dimensional Descent

Lamorak's expression changed.

He didn't know what Soul Force was, it was a completely foreign concept to him. He had no idea that what Leonel called Soul Force was the very same Spirit Pressure he had known all his life.

This had been deliberate on Leonel's part. Without understanding what was going on, Lamorak only became more hesitant, allowing Leonel a few extra precious seconds. To the current Leonel, every single one of these moments mattered.

Still… it was just for a few seconds.

Lamorak wasn't a fool. He knew whatever was happening now would inevitably help Leonel even if he didn't know what Soul Force was. If he kept hesitating because of the unknown, the role of predator and prey might flip right before his eyes.

Ultimately, he was a veteran general of countless battles. The one thing he didn't lack was decisiveness.

Without hesitation, a fiery red and dense Force shot up around him like flickering flames.

He reached toward his back, pulling a massive, blunt and cylindrical mace from its holster before shooting toward Leonel.

He put his everything into this strike, not holding back in the slightest. He put so much power into his attack that the sturdy polearm of the mace bent into an elegant arc, whistling through the air with an opposingly grating sound.

BANG!

Lamorak was stunned.

managed to find a way to evade. Leonel hadn't moved a single inch. His brow didn't twitch, his fingers didn't tremble, his cold eyes didn't waver even as the mace smashed into

but watch on with a speechless expression. What

into that strike. It was more powerful than any

then, Leonel couldn't even take on a casual strike of

would have been blasted into a cloud of gore after one of his strikes, let alone the fact Leonel hadn't been wearing any

Besides being somewhat stunned, it wasn't

also not wearing

sighed a breath of relief. It was finally

the violent surge of Internal Strength was still spiraling. In fact, now that he wasn't panicking, he was stunned by just how much there was. It couldn't be that Leonel was trying to meditate? Wait, no, how could a single person's meditation cause such a

cold eyes were still there.

to begin to slowly spin once more. It was so slow that it was difficult to tell that they were moving at all. At this pace, it would take several days just to complete a single rotation. Yet, Leonel

"You…"

flashed with a savage

the wall, raising his blunt mace

staring down Lamorak wasn't in some act of overly confident display of force while he, himself was in a

only choice was to pause his circulation

even if

Lamorak saw it. Every time he put his everything into a strike, he would find Leonel's gaze

BANG! BANG! BANG!