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.

spray launching into the air. What was a face of soft and fragile

was so fast that he had already closed the

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

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

muted thuds, two seniors fell at once. One clutching their

shot by them, not minding their reaction in the slightest. While they

and Wielor. Though shocked, the latter

Wielor coated his own in as much Force as he could muster, bearing

for his fists. He imagined the way the Force had flowed around him, the way it melded

mind, his simulations so perfect that one would almost think that he had begun

BANG!

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

blink of an eye, the two exchanged a flurry of blows, Wielor using whatever means he had

focused. If he only had to throw a single punch to neutralize a combination, he

at any moment. Fighting Leonel may have looked like fighting a

more people who

anyone knew his face. He was nothing more than a glorified janitor of Hero Peak. Aphestus wasn't exaggerating when he said that Aina's standing was now

youths would

enlarging to the point they arched over his fists

in the air, bearing down on