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.

times, the youths couldn't even see how he dodged, not knowing that he had planned out his steps several moments ago, to slip by

because he

around like a ghost,

that moment, the walls flashed

'Another 1%. Perfect.'

another round of

to make sure I don't lose my flexibility. I feel a bit stiff.' Leonel absentmindedly noted something he should have noticed long ago, seeming not realizing that he

shocking call, Gretta swept down from above, looking

fist, a leg and a sword, all sweeping toward him with perfect precision, not to mention. There really was

light, a smile spreading

fun,

a step forward, his

perfectly timed movement, he slipped between Anrid's leg

PUCHI!

three has concluded.

…

helping hand?" Leonel had a hurt expression

handicaps he placed on himself, it took him three minutes of dodging to defeat those four without attacking. Yet, his Aina

one hit from those daggers would have sucked me dry, then what would you have

probably didn't know how they lost even near the end. By all rights, Leonel should have been down and out. Even Aina almost made a move in that final

made their way to the receptionist of the second floor again to find the same man with a dead look. However, at

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 Leonel's dagger

that, all four were eliminated at the same

his

and gazed deeply at Leonel before throwing 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 screen as though Leonel