Dimensional Descent

Leonel's lip curled into a smile. 'Dream Model.'

Leonel's gaze radiated a blinding light. He had been mapping out simulations of this room for the past three rounds, how could he not have accumulated data on the other participants?

The truth was that he had no need to use Dream Model on these enemies. Not only were they much weaker than him, they had no single attribute that surpassed him. Whether it was in speed, strength, dexterity, agility, he blew them out of the water.

However, in that moment, Leonel halved his physical attributes. Then, still thinking it wasn't enough, he halved them again. He just barely maintained enough speed to stay ahead of his dagger.

Anrid was the first to make it to Leonel, his leg raising high into he air and slamming down for a vicious ax kick.

Leonel's eyes suddenly dimmed down, becoming cold and calculating. The four felt as though a beast had locked onto them all.

Anrid's kick missed Leonel's shoulder by a hair, causing his eyes to widen. He had missed? How? He didn't even see Leonel dodge and he had already accounted for his trajectory.

At that moment, Leonel slipped by Anrid, only to find Gretta having morphed into a bird with an almost two meter wing span. The odd nose contraption she always wore suddenly became a sharp blade at the end of her beak.

With a single flap, her speed increased explosively.

'Mm… Dream Model.'

Leonel shifted and rebuilt his model for Gretta. His subtle action caused Fox's sword to just barely miss him.

He slipped through the pincer of three, only to find the silent Ermond waiting with a fist he put his all into.

'His strength is beyond these three, but he still chose to attack me. Seems he's really afraid of my lovely girlfriend.'

Unfortunately for Ermond, Leonel slipped by his strike just as quickly and with just as much ease.

the wind, weaving in an out of their attacks as though he was taking a stroll. Often times, the youths couldn't even see how he dodged, not knowing that he had planned out his

he dodged, but that was only because he already

him around like a ghost, but couldn't even touch

the walls

'Another 1%. Perfect.'

another round

don't lose my flexibility. I feel a

call, Gretta swept down from above, looking to pierce him through

shot toward him. A fist, a leg and a sword, all sweeping toward

regained their light, a smile spreading across

fun,

a step forward, his body

movement, he slipped between Anrid's leg and Ermond's

PUCHI!

concluded.

…

couldn't lend me a helping hand?" Leonel had a hurt expression

three minutes of dodging to defeat those four without attacking.

from those daggers would have sucked

Leonel's nonsense. If anything, she should have helped those four. They probably didn't know how they lost even

couple made their way to the receptionist of the second floor again to find the same man with a dead look. However, at that moment, the men seemed to be completely focused on the

Leonel could just barely see the last moments of his battle, how he slipped through and caused each of the four to be attacked by another's dagger. Even Ermond who managed to dodge was somehow assaulted by

four were eliminated at the same time, causing

his throat

a white belt over to the both of them. He didn't seem intent on saying anything else after this, just going back to what he was watching on the