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

expression warped as the crowd suddenly realized what had happened.

one of them was a blue belt. Not only were they blue belts, they were elites among blue belts that had years of experience,

armor, of course – was enough to prove just how powerful he was. No normal

'reminders' seemed to only infuriate Dune further. At this point, if he truly took off his armor, wasn't he

laugh. The movement of his diaphragm and the displacement of his

BANG!

fiery crackles lighting the

enjoy pummeling you

image of a harsh sun appeared above Dune's

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

in an instant. This was Summer of

prepping it to a level that surpassed even some who had grasped all four. In some ways, these individuals also forged their own path,

they were not to be trifled with… Especially when Leonel already had to make use

the air, fiery streaks of red leaving

eyes meant Dune's fiery

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

nothing more than a feint, his second was already prepared, hooking forward to smash