Dimensional Descent

Leonel's gaze flashed, sliding into a boxing stance with incomparable ease. He became as light as a feather on his toes, his breathing syncing with his actions.

His bronzed hair fluttered with his movement, rebounding into the air as he hopped to and froe. The instant it fell back down to his back, he shot forward, his speed blazing.

Despite the fact that he was pincered by two, Leonel protected the side of his face with his right and sent a straight left forward.

A whipping kick shot for Leonel's right hip even as the young man on the left seemed content with simply blocking his straight. From the perspective of the lackies, this would be over quickly. Just one of them was more than enough to deal with a freshman. The only reason they had even chosen to send two was due to the accumulating crowd.

Leonel had shown that he wasn't intelligent enough to not speak what shouldn't be spoken. So, when dealing with such people who didn't understand fear, the best course of action was teaching them exactly that.

BANG!

The kick was fast and sturdy. Without wasted movements, it perfectly made use of the young man's torque. Even his planted leg tore a rotating hole into the ground, a sharp wind following the trail of his assault.

However… When his leg actually came into contact with Leonel's right arm, it felt as though he had just kicked at a steel wall.

Leonel winced slightly, feeling his fractured ribs rattling upon impact. But, his straight left never stopped.

With perfect form, his fist blew past the guard of the young man's forearms, connecting with his nose with a speed too fast to react to.

crunch beneath his knuckles, a bloody spray launching into the air. What was a face of soft and fragile skin and bone worth in the face of Leonel's fist which might as well have been a

was so fast that he had already closed the distance between them before his

Leonel retracted his left hand and landed a

as though all the air within his body was expelled at once. An

once. One clutching their chest and the

had already shot by them, not minding their reaction in the slightest. While they looked down on him, in his mind, one punch was already more

distance between him and Wielor. Though shocked, the

a fist forward, only for it to be met by Wielor's. Having learned his lesson, Wielor coated his own in as much Force as he could muster, bearing down on

incomplete Four Seasons Realm for his fists. He imagined the way

so perfect that one would almost think that he had begun to use Universal Force if it wasn't for the fact it was very clearly just

BANG!

single step back. But, whereas the latter was stunned, Leonel had already shot forward, closing the distance

a flurry of blows, Wielor

to neutralize a combination, he would

growing more and more focused, Wielor felt as though his arms and legs might just shatter at any moment. Fighting Leonel may have looked like fighting a combat puppet to the people outside, but to him, it felt exactly like that. It was as though Leonel's limbs were made and

fight went on, the more people who would accumulate and the more

than a glorified janitor of Hero Peak. Aphestus wasn't exaggerating

youths would definitely find

arms, enlarging to the point

corrosive energy hung in the air,