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.

Often times, the youths couldn't even see how

that was only because he already knew where they would attack

like a ghost, but couldn't even touch his

the

'Another 1%. Perfect.'

dodged another

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

down from above, looking to pierce

leg and a sword, all sweeping toward him with perfect

cold eyes regained their light,

fun,

forward, his body sliding

slipped between Anrid's leg

PUCHI!

concluded. End of

…

lend me a helping hand?" Leonel

to defeat those four without attacking. Yet, his Aina

Just one hit from those daggers would have sucked

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

floor again to find the same man with a dead look. However, at that moment, the men seemed to be completely focused on the

to be attacked by another's dagger. Even Ermond who managed to dodge was

four were eliminated at the same time, causing this round to only have two

cleared his throat

of them. He didn't seem intent on saying anything