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.

to take it off?" Leonel asked evenly

realized what had happened. In the first

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

that Dune actually managed to come out unscathed from that exchange – outside of his distorted armor, of course – was enough to prove just how powerful he was. No normal blue belt would have come out without a hole blasted through their

of 'kindness' and his polite 'reminders' seemed to only infuriate Dune further. At this

and the displacement of his lungs were so exaggerated that his bellows seemed

BANG!

his fists together, fiery crackles lighting the air and dancing

going to enjoy pummeling you into

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

seemed to skyrocket, beams

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

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 all

tick below a complete Four Seasons Realm master. But, they were not to be trifled with… Especially when Leonel already had to make use of the Four Seasons Realm to close

air, fiery streaks of red leaving devastation in his path. He seemed

cold, indifferent eyes

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

time, though, Dune was ready. His first fist was nothing more than a feint, his second was