Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked up. He was still in range of Dune's attack, but he was also very much aware that there was no way this big guy was moving. Every one of Leonel's punches had torn a rotating hole into his armor, sending bits of shrapnel into his body.

The worst part about this shrapnel, though, was that it was still connected to the rose-gold armor, making the situation even worse than it would otherwise be. If Dune wanted to move, he would not only be slicing apart his own limbs, but he would also have to fight against the sturdiness of his own armor.

It could be said that fighting against Leonel while wearing a full suit of metal was probably the dumbest thing you could do. The use of the Fire Element wasn't even half as egregious as this alone.

Leonel didn't know if the Morales family had any enemies, though he could guess that they probably did. No matter how powerful an organization was, it would always have its contenders. However, what Leonel didn't have to guess was that whoever these enemies were, there was no way they wore armor like this.

Either they wouldn't wear metal armor at all, or they'd find a way to enchant the armor to stop those with Metal Synergy from manipulating it.

Facing metal weapons was a different matter. Often times, there would be Force poured into it, disrupting Leonel's control. And, the weapon would often be moving too fast for Leonel to deal with before he was harmed.

But, an armor like this was practically a stationary target.

Simply put… Dune was asking to lose.

Leonel reached forward, touching the now distorted bear on Dune's chest. He sighed, shaking his head.

By all rights, he should kill Dune. It was obvious that the latter wouldn't have shown him any mercy had he been on the other end.

done was take a shop, right?

Verse was

deforming the rose-gold bear until its original form could no longer

finish, he didn't say a word, not even for the sake of begging

rage fueled gazes from the eleven remaining rose-gold armor wearers. But, none of them said a word either. It was clear that each of them were warriors that had seen a lot. Since they dared to act, they also dared to

Heart isn't completely rotten yet.'

fist. As though scrap aluminum, the chest plate on Dune

tearing the armor

a kick, he sent Dune's half-dead body out

would have had Leonel not just helped him take his armor off. Somehow, he had ended up being shown mercy. But, it only filled

going numb. If this was what Leonel could

rose-gold in

despite the state of his body, knowing that no

he dragged his body away, leaving a trail of blood in his

Dune a glance, each one of them staring down Leonel with murderous intentions. It was clear that all of them were waiting for the ten minute timer to come to an

that he wasn't this powerful before. Any thoughts he had of defeating him seemed to have gone out

the King of Ores faction watched on with clenched jaws. With such strength, were their plans of wearing Leonel down

rage, his eyes shifting from Leonel to Aina. He would get his revenge. He needed to get his