Dimensional Descent

Just when Hargrove felt as though he had no choice but to accept his death, a streaking sword light tore its way through the skies, clashing against the descending javelin and forcing it off its path. It was clear that compared to Leonel who needed several arrows, this sword Master only needed one attack.

Even after he had been saved, Hargrove stood frozen in place, unbelieving of what had just happened.

In that instant, Leonel hadn't suppressed him with strength. Objectively, even with the help of Universal Force, Leonel's strength was at most approaching his, but it most definitely didn't surpass it.

It was as though he had stretched out his neck asking to die. For some reason, he acknowledged Leonel as a superior and felt that going against him was no different than blaspheming a God.

The realization made him burst out into a fit of cold sweats. Just who was this boy? And what was this aura that perpetually exuded from him?

Leonel shifted his gaze toward the source of the sword light. His patience was running as thin as it could. Every time he was close to accomplishing what needed to be done, someone else would interfere. And, every time it happened, his bloodthirst would reach deeper into a hellish abyss, digging toward a level of murderous intent that solidified beneath the night sky.

Anared raced across the battlefield as his sword zipped back to his side. A flicker of a frown graced his usually indifferent face. However, after a moment, his jaw steeled.

In a flash, he made it to Hargrove's side, looking up toward Leonel who was still in the skies.

In the distance, Noah's frown deepened.

"We need to help him."

Nika, one of the few surviving members of Leonel and Noah's troops whispered, her voice almost coming out like a whimper.

Among the geniuses, her ability was the least conducive to battle, but that ironically left her somewhat better off. After all, she was used to battling from the weaker position.

But now, seeing Leonel alone in the distance and noticing that more were suddenly converging in that direction after acknowledging his threat, she still felt that they should risk it to do something.

Unfortunately, even as she said the words, she knew how foolish it all was.

The reason Terrain could continuously send reinforcements to Hargrove City was because the city was to the back of their charge. It was one thing to send people backward, but if they wanted to help Leonel, they would have to cross the defensive line of all these armies.

It was simply... impossible.

slowed to a crawl due to the commotion, but that didn't change

moment, many more were converging onto Hargrove City,

still City Lord Black and Anared's father remaining. These two alone had

that moment, there were three familiar figures watching on from Keafir City. Compared to Hargrove City, their walls were

their brother going off to battle Leonel. Compared to the

a chance. But, the death of

remained indifferent was the Young Mistress, Anared's

to worry. There's no suspense to this battle."

"Sister-in-law?"

the attack

be alright?" Syl clenched

choose between Leonel and

toward the girl strapped to Leonel's

he made his choice very clear

I didn't expect Leonel to be so skilled in Force Arts, but unless he has another earthquake-like event to rely on like in his

after hearing these words that Syl managed to calm, looking back toward the battlefield with her hands gripped

her gaze twinkling. But, no one knew what

a path for survival." Anared said plainly, the rhythm of his

toward Anared with a gaze just as steady,

gaze shifted

still seemed shaken by Leonel's earlier display, the

time?" Anared continued to speak, his habit of saying too many words for a supposedly cold

is the

bone chilling cold to them. His aura was

time you insulted her, you were saved by the

insulted her, you were saved by the Savants

here... who do you think will be able to save