Dimensional Descent

Leonel shook his head, his gaze still indifferent.

Just when Dune had reached his range, bearing down on him with a fist that sent a fiery blaze crackling through the air, Leonel took a subtle step forward. His one movement threw Dune's fist off course, causing it to whistle by his ear.

Golden lights coated Leonel's body, his every movement being follow by a fluid arch of radiance that left a beautiful pattern in the air. Just by following it, one could see the subtle bobs and weaves of Leonel's figure, capturing the immaculate elegance of his simple movements.

Leonel's hip sunk down. Enveloped by Dune's body, it seemed as though he would be swallowed whole by the giant. Yet, his fist twisted forward, a delicate spiral of light whistling in its path.

Dune felt a heavy thud resonate through his rose-gold armor, but he sneered. Was that why Leonel was so confident? His speed? What good was speed when you couldn't break past his defense?

However, it was then an audible crunch filled Dune's ears, causing his expression to change. He explosively retreated, his gaze – the only visible part of his face through his visor – contracting.

Dune looked down at his armor, his face warping when he noticed the sheered metal on his torso. Not only had it distorted a portion of the bear's roaring face, but had it been just a bit deeper, it would have dug into his flesh, ripping past his chainmail and leaving him with severe injuries.

What just happened? Wasn't it a simple punch?

Dune had felt a subtle shift in Leonel's fist that let him know that Leonel was actually able to call upon the Four Seasons Realm for his fist technique. But, with Leonel's tight control, it was difficult to tell what level he was at.

Still, what was clear to Dune was that the power behind Leonel's punch still shouldn't have been enough to cause such a thing.

take it off?" Leonel asked

as the crowd suddenly realized what had happened. In the first exchange… Leonel

in their uniforms, each and every one of them was a blue belt. Not only were they blue belts, they were elites among blue belts that had years of

out unscathed from that exchange – outside of his distorted armor, of course – was enough to prove just how

Leonel's words of 'kindness' and his polite 'reminders' seemed to only infuriate Dune further. At this point, if he

displacement of his lungs were so exaggerated that his bellows seemed to cause

BANG!

fiery crackles lighting

going to enjoy pummeling you into

sun appeared above Dune's head, an expanse of endless sandy

temperature of the surroundings seemed to skyrocket, beams of sunlight

understood in an instant. This was Summer of the Four Seasons Realm. Not only that, but

people who chose to focus on just one of the Seasons, priming and prepping it to a level that surpassed even some who had grasped all four. In some ways, these individuals also forged their own path, making their Four Seasons Realm comprehension no

course, such individuals would always be a tick below a complete Four Seasons Realm master. But, they were not to be trifled with… Especially when Leonel already

the air, fiery streaks of red leaving devastation in his path. He seemed to be unstoppable, an untouchable

indifferent eyes meant Dune's fiery

the Light Element that rippled around him seemed to respond exactly like

a feint, his second was already prepared, hooking forward to smash