Dimensional Descent

Leonel flew backward at an astonishing pace, but he simply seemed to glide through the air at the end, sliding across the ground on his own two feet when he made contact with the earth.

His eyes still vacant, Leonel looked down at the hole in his stomach. It hadn't gone all the way through and with the sturdiness of his physique, he could flex and keep his inner organs from spilling out. In fact, after perfecting his Metal Body foundation, his vitality had reached inhuman levels. Even if the wound had gone all the way through him, he would likely still be able to fight.

His mind went through several indifferent calculations before a spark lit his free hand. He pinched at his wound, searing it closed as though he was welding metal rather than his own body.

Without looking up, Leonel sidestepped, illusory golden wings seemingly forming to his back.

BANG!

The Puppet Master landed to his side, its expression flickering between thirst and rationality. Eventually, thirst won out and it surged toward Leonel again.

A flurry of exchanges erupted between the two, the Puppet Master sending out four or five strikes for Leonel's every one. But, as though he was playing a game of chess, Leonel's dodging would always put him in the perfect position to counter come the fifth strike.

Unfortunately, the moment he did attack, he would be send flying once again, the wounds on his body accumulating at an alarming speed.

Leonel picked himself up from the ground again, searing a wound on his shoulder closed.

His spear spun in his hand, suddenly swinging backward.

What once were his vacant eyes lit with fury once again.

The Puppet Master swatted Leonel's spear aside, causing a violent, rebounding upsurge to travel up the latter's arm. It felt as though his arm might shatter at that very moment, but he stood his ground, his hips fighting against the momentum and completing his turn to face the Puppet Master.

Reacting quickly, the Puppet Master sent a palm strike at Leonel's chest. But, Leonel managed to cross his left arm across it first.

The horrible sound of a bone splintering in two sounded as Leonel's forearm bent beneath the pressure.

However, as though he didn't notice what happened, Leonel raised his right arm into the air, striking down with his spear with all the strength he could muster.

Unfortunately, a kick of the Puppet Master found him before he could even make it half way. The difference between their speed of attack was simply too drastic.

combat experience was greater.

replaying of the same movie, Leonel was sent flying again. His body twisting in the air to

me... well, no. Even then, its still quite baffling. I can only say that the people of Earth have

Puppet Master's eyes had long since faded. After several exchanges, it felt as though it was tightening a noose around its own neck. Battling with Leonel was like sinking into a quagmire, your every step only

Master had lived in the Mountain Sands Range for most of its life, a place known for this very ability. But, it still felt like Leonel

doesn't matter much. You're too weak. Why you chose to come here is beyond me. And, even if you

to a break neck pace. Its body alone seemed to arch like a bow and crack like a whip,

now seemed to be a completely different level to before, as though it was simply

Leonel's back, a sinister light in its

i just need to

rage crept by

once more. But, having lost the initiative, it only took two exchanges for him to be sent flying once

breathe, the Puppet Master accelerated again,

illusory sphere, the Puppet Master hit Leonel back and forth between itself, every strike causing the red

beaten and battered seemed to reverberate through the hearts of the Eartherners. Their gazes glazed over with rage, causing them to

'Dammit, do something!'

in his mind. For the first time, he doubted his grandfather.

grandfather cared little for

Leonel's mother... his mother couldn't even look up to Leonel's father... and

own explanation... It was logical. He simply wasn't worthy

reason was there to not help Leonel? Was he still not

"Why?!"

through the battlefield, his body expanding to over five

his

BANG!

the single arm

BANG!

feet. A sharp pain

body reflexively knelt, his knees