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

realized what had happened. In

of them was a blue belt. Not only were they blue belts, they were elites among blue

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

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

displacement of his

BANG!

together, fiery crackles lighting the air and dancing like

enjoy pummeling

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

seemed to skyrocket, beams of sunlight bouncing off

They all understood in an instant. This was Summer of the Four Seasons

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

below a complete Four Seasons Realm master. But, they were not to be trifled with… Especially when Leonel already had to

like a cannonball soaring through the air, fiery streaks of red leaving devastation in his

indifferent eyes meant Dune's fiery

Light Element that rippled around him seemed to respond exactly like waves in the ocean, his every movement sending a wave of

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