Leonel might have reached the Superior Stage in his Metal Body, but he wasn't infallible. He was under no delusions that he would survive such an onslaught. And, even if by some miracle he did, he doubted that he would still be in position to fight.

However, he didn't intend to allow such a thing to happen.

His mind was on a completely different level. He could see everything before it happened.

Joseph's order to fire. The spinning gears as the final tweaks were made to their aim. The slight scent of gun powder. The touch of heat that graced the barrels.

Leonel felt it all as if he was right there in the cockpit with them all. Which tanks were firing, where they were in relation to him, exactly when their shells would exit the nozzles… He saw through it all.

And that, exactly that… would be their downfall.

Leonel's raised hand trembled slightly. It was only the slightest flick, yet seven foot-long needles shot forward at impossible speeds.

They tore through the air, leaving a streak of smoke in their wake. Then…

The sound barrier shattered.

In one blink the needles were floating by Leonel's side. In a second blink they had appeared before the nozzles of the seven firing tanks. In a third…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Joseph's heart trembled.

"No… No…"

knew exactly what would happen the moment Leonel's

never got a chance to exit their barrels. The timing of Leonel's attack was so perfect that the needles met the projectiles within their nozzles. And the result… was even more devastating than

his chair, staring at his monitor with a pale

could even do. Despite the fact he had a high rank, he only had a healing ability. Even if he wanted to fight it

he could even react, his

ground beneath him reacted just as violently, becoming a massive wave that

logic. He didn't have time to

already defeated him. Back then, Leonel was nowhere near the monster he was now. How could there

course, Damian still felt that these matters were different from what they had once been in the

improvement

envelop Leonel completely.

was a wave of earth and the man who

used his flow

out his hands, facing

"[Earthen Shackle]."

jolted to a stop. The earth he had always been able to control at a whim suddenly became like a steel behemoth unwilling to heed his calls for

almost thrown off due to his forward momentum, but that was when he suddenly found his ankles and wrists had been caught, shackled

one in the air now, shackled by earth that had once been under his control, he still felt

rumbling tanks never even made it to the gates and even the

back up to an undamaged section of

was Leonel's familiar voice roaring through the city. But, he had yet to confirm if that voice that haunted his nightmares was really the same person who had spoken

this moment, he simply didn't care. He had managed to survive and

find that he had managed to crawl back up to a section of the wall where the white

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