Dimensional Descent

Chapter 700

Leonel's eyes never left the blue belt. Up to now, he had only fought the most elite of white belts, but he was truly curious to see how big the gap between a white belt and a blue belt was.

As far as he knew, the process for becoming a blue belt was far more complex. In fact, part of the reason he even got involved with Sarrieth in the first place was because the latter was trying to complete his requirements to be promoted.

'I guess I'll find out today…'

Leonel hopped back, feeling the wind pressure of their kicks send his hair flying.

A golden light enveloped his legs, explosively increasing his speed. In the blink of an eye, he managed to close the distance he had created again, slamming a fist into the chest of Bane.

Fril reacted quickly, trying to use the opening of Leonel's attack to counter. But, he found his leg slipping through air again.

His planted foot suddenly felt a sharp pain at the joint of his knees. He could only intake a sharp breath, his vision spinning under the unholy amount of agony.

His knee bent backward under the pressure of Leonel's sole. The worst part was that Leonel didn't even seem to be applying much pressure. He simply stood there, his head just under the range of Fril's attack and his foot resting on the latter's knee cap.

In the blink of an eye, two white belts fell to the ground, leaving Leonel practically unscathed. Even after a few moments, it was difficult for the youths around Leonel to put into words what they had just seen. It almost felt like they were watching two men trying their best to harm themselves. They practically walked into their injuries.

"A sensory type?" The blue belt's spoke evenly.

Leonel was quite surprised when he heard this. This was the first time someone had ever guessed his ability. Most thought it was one of his Lineage Factors.

battled in the past. They had seen too much. Rather than being

this only made Leonel

flipped his palm,

BANG!

the ground, its weight so great that a wild array of cobweb-like cracks spread in

blue belt

"But, captain…!"

"He's mine."

forward, his heavy step causing the ground to quake almost as much as Leonel's

sides, holding them out as

the hammers jingled and sparkled, glistening with cracked and dried

double the size of his head, probably carrying at

"My name is Arte."

"My name is Leonel."

BANG!

two shot forward, appearing before one

every movement imposing and grandiose. For just a moment, he

simultaneously, his back flexing madly beneath the carpet of hair they

out to the side, slashing in a wide

hammers downward as one, looking to shatter Leonel's spear into countless

BANG! BANG!

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