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.

it off?" Leonel asked evenly once

suddenly realized what

in their uniforms, each and every one of them was a blue belt. Not only were they

course – was enough to prove just how powerful he was. No normal blue belt would have come out without a

Dune further. At this point, if he truly took off

of his diaphragm and the displacement of his lungs were so exaggerated

BANG!

together, fiery crackles lighting the air and dancing

enjoy pummeling

the image of a harsh sun appeared above Dune's head, an expanse of

seemed to skyrocket, beams of sunlight bouncing off Dune's reflective rose-gold

instant. This was Summer of the Four Seasons Realm. Not only that, but it seemed more

number of 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 weaker than one that had comprehended it

be trifled with… Especially when Leonel already had

streaks of red leaving devastation in his path. He

eyes meant Dune's

water. In fact, the Light Element that rippled around him seemed to respond

a feint, his