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.

to a crawl due to the commotion, but that didn't change the fact they were in a terrible

converging onto Hargrove City, peeling away from the frontlines and going to provide

gone, there was still City Lord Black and Anared's father remaining. These two alone had

from Keafir City. Compared to Hargrove City, their walls were the picture of piece without a single

to battle Leonel. Compared to the past, this

would stand a chance. But, the death of the 12 giants was

the only one that remained indifferent was the Young

There's no

"Sister-in-law?"

about the attack

will brother be alright?" Syl clenched

between Leonel and

girl strapped to Leonel's

made his choice very

Force Arts, but unless he has another earthquake-like event to rely on like in his initial

hearing these words that Syl managed to calm, looking back toward the battlefield with

stood by her side, her gaze twinkling. But, no one knew what was going

my sister as you were meant to, I can give you a path for survival." Anared said plainly,

for a long while, looking down toward Anared with a gaze

gaze shifted back toward

shaken by Leonel's earlier display, the beating of his heartbeat having yet to

here, you won't be able to kill him. Why even waste your time?" Anared continued to speak, his habit of saying

the third

bone chilling cold to them. His aura was decidedly

time you insulted her, you were saved by

insulted her, you were saved by the Savants

this third time here... who do you think will be