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.

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

toward the kicker, his hips shifting. His speed was

protect himself, the young man could only watch as Leonel retracted his left hand and landed a

his body was expelled at

thuds, two seniors fell at once. One clutching their chest and the other

they looked

him and Wielor. Though shocked, the latter reacted quickly, his expression turning

to be met by Wielor's. Having learned his lesson, Wielor coated his own in as much Force as he could muster, bearing down

the times he had utilized the incomplete Four Seasons Realm for his fists. He imagined the way the Force had flowed around him, the way it melded with his attacks with perfection, without him even thinking about

the flow in his mind, his simulations so perfect that one would almost think that he had begun to use Universal Force if

BANG!

whereas the latter was stunned, Leonel

blows, Wielor using whatever means he had while Leonel used nothing

a combination, he would do so. It almost felt that everyone was watching a combat puppet battle, his style was

Fighting Leonel may have looked like fighting a combat puppet to the people outside,

on, the more people who

knew his face. He was nothing more than a glorified janitor of Hero

the more resourceful youths would definitely find a way to

grow off Wielor's arms, enlarging to the point they arched

corrosive energy hung in the