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.

brow didn't twitch, his fingers didn't tremble, his cold eyes didn't waver even as the mace smashed into his body, sending him flying into the sturdy walls

a speechless expression. What just happened?

himself just how much strength he had put into that strike. It was more

strike of his. That alone had been

stunned even back then. After all, a normal person would have been blasted into a cloud of gore after one of

that was all. Besides being somewhat stunned, it wasn't enough

wearing any armor. How could he

of relief. It

when Lamorak wanted to relax completely, he suddenly realized that 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

But, those cold eyes were still there. His gaze never left Lamorak. They didn't flicker with pain or anguish. They remained completely

that it was difficult to tell that they were moving at all. At

"You…"

gaze flashed with

his blunt mace and smashing it

or take any measures to move. In fact, the only reason he was staring

it was impossible to ignore a momentary spike in pain as though he was made of iron. His only choice was to pause his circulation of [Dimensional Cleanse] right before Lamorak hit him. Only like this could he ensure he

do this even if Lamorak saw it as a form of

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

BANG! BANG! BANG!