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.

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 his body, sending him flying into the

couldn't help but watch on with a speechless expression.

strength he had put into that strike. It was more powerful than any attack he had used against Leonel

couldn't even take on a casual strike of his. That alone had been enough to fracture

then. After all, a normal person would have been blasted into a cloud of gore after one of his strikes, let alone the

that was all. Besides being somewhat stunned, it wasn't enough for him to lose his

not wearing any armor. How could

of relief. It was finally

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,

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

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

"You…"

flashed with a

charged toward the wall, raising his blunt

block or take any measures to move. In fact, the only reason he was staring down Lamorak wasn't

iron. His only choice was to pause his circulation of [Dimensional Cleanse] right before Lamorak hit him. Only like this could he ensure

do this even if Lamorak saw it as a

that was exactly how Lamorak saw it. Every time he put his everything into a

BANG! BANG! BANG!