Dimensional Descent

Leonel's mind was filled with visions of the winged swordsman.

It was quite a beautiful sight to behold. Every motion was smooth and flowed into the next.

The flap of his wings, the intake of a breath, the swing of his sword. His steps, his Force, his thoughts… It was all in perfect union.

The longer Leonel watched, the deeper he dove into the world.

He could feel the familiar energies trying to assault his mind. But, compared to the past where he nearly died, it almost felt like something was tickling him. The capacity of his mind was simply too far beyond what it had been in the past.

Eventually, Leonel felt that he had been far too cautious.

Without hesitation, he began to reflect on the Natural Force Art that called his Dream World home. In that instant, he no longer felt like he was an observer. It was as though he had taken over the body of the winged swordsman. He even felt like he was a master swordsman, ruling over the world with a single blade.

Leonel was very familiar with this feeling. Every time he began to comprehend a new spear, this was exactly the same feeling he would have.

The Artistic Conception engraved itself into his mind.

'It's a much higher level of movement control compared to the primitive man…'

Leonel's heartbeat slowly descended, reaching a calm state once more. In fact, he felt as though the pressure the stone monument had on him was lessened by several degrees.

The primitive man taught Leonel the value of body control. When he ran, the movement of his arms and torso were just as the important as the movement of his legs. When he used his hands to attack, the placement of his feet and the torque of his hips was just as important as the placement of his arms.

slowly built upon the more spear

too many, the most blatant of which was the fact this consciousness only focused on the body but not enough on

could grasp the mysteries of this winged swordsman with much

missing. This feeling is definitely very important to this world, but I know nothing about it. I'll

secrets of this stone monument so quickly, but this was definitely a good thing. It seemed he had underestimated

more eager to move on to the

the primitive man was a great foundation for this winged swordsman's stone monument, Leonel felt that the

he comprehended the bowwoman's Artistic Conception, he would come to a truer understanding of just what it

stone monument and walked toward Jerach,

stay here. I'll be

he could say anything, Leonel had already

**

the person who claimed the Dream Abode, they had run into a bit

Sector, they found a white robed young man

young man didn't say much. He simply stood there, his aura calm. Despite the fact there were several Kings before him, he

they saw such a

do you

Clearly, he recognized this white robes young man. In fact, if Leonel had been

I mean?" Anared's expression remained placid. "You're invading my Sector yet have the