Dimensional Descent

Leonel took a deep breath.

This was no longer the trial grounds. While this meant that he was no longer restricted by cool downs and limited by skills, it also mean that this was the same for everyone else. This made this situation several times more difficult than it had been in the past.

Leonel believed that if he tried to use his Dreamscape Battle Sense now, the drain on his mind would be even greater without the limitation on the actions his opponent could take. But, for the time being, Leonel couldn't worry about this any longer.

Leonel's senses reached out once more. Though it seemed like he was paying attention to the opponents before him through the heavy rain, he was actually looking for Legend Skills.

Leonel realized something very important. Though it was negative that he could no longer guarantee himself the Four Seasons Realm with his bow, that didn't mean it was a net negative.

While he couldn't guarantee anything anymore… his paths had suddenly broadened. With all of these Force Arts floating around, did that mean that he could find the Legend Skills for his spear as well?

Just as Leonel was about to act, someone else couldn't hold back any longer.

Leonel locked onto a Demon Lord. Surprisingly, it was the very same Zombie Demon Lord he had met during his first battle in this no-man's land, Coyote.

Leonel remembered what Lancelot had said about this Demon Lord. Back then, he had been with the Demon Lord Dagon, a skeleton demon with heavy balls chained to his wrists and ankles. According to Lancelot, Dagon was ranked in the high 20's amongst Demon Lords and was even comparable to those in the top 20. Yet, compared to him, Coyote was much more dangerous.

The reason was simple… there was simply too little information about him. No one knew his likes, his dislikes, his tendencies… nothing. Maybe even Mordred was in the dark about this.

the tense situation they were all in. A foul stench wafted from his body as heavy droplets of acidic rain rebounded off his

'A spear…'

during that battle. It seemed that he had been hiding even his main choice of weapon from others. In fact, as far as Leonel remembered, he barely had any impression

thought about it, he remembered that the only time he ever saw Coyote display any types of emotions was when the latter felt greed after Leonel took out his black-chained

Lords in case the interfered in his battle with the minotaur. With his ability to read people, he would never mistake

'Wait…'

as cautious and lowkey as Coyote to be making a

locking onto a certain direction. When he realized

wasn't running in the direction of a Legendary Skill. But, Leonel knew it was impossible for

So that's how it

but he hesitated. He already had so many enemies. If he made one of

no one had moved after Coyote did, Leonel could guarantee that if he did,

shook his head, steeling his heart. This hesitation… it wasn't

of all those who had been

he made this move, he had deduced that there was a better than 50% likelihood that no

tense. Humans and demons alike had a tendency of letting others test the waters for them. Like this, it would be possible to test for

actually throw all of this to the back of his mind. In fact, not only had Leonel done so, but it seemed as though his target was completely different from Coyote's. Yet, judging by the fact Leonel's gaze hadn't left the zombie Demon Lord from start to finish, Coyote

that I've been seen through. But so what? They must think I'm weak just because I choose to keep a low

didn't bother hiding his intentions any longer. With a hard plant of his foot, he deviated his intention direction slightly, shooting toward the empty

but a foggy space. However, it was clear that both