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.

extreme? All he had done was take a shop,

Dimensional Verse was

bear until its original form could no longer be

he didn't say

said a word either. It was clear that each of them were warriors that had seen

isn't completely rotten yet.'

palm squeezed into a fist. As though scrap

tearing the armor

Dune's half-dead body out

because he knew he would have had Leonel not just helped him take his armor off. Somehow, he had ended up being

numb. If this was what Leonel could do to armor they were wearing,

looked down at the large piece of rose-gold in his hand and tossed it to

own despite the state of his body, knowing that no one would come to get him. In fact, he

body away, leaving a trail of

glance, each one of them staring down Leonel with murderous intentions. It was clear that all of them

powerful before. Any thoughts he had of defeating him seemed to have

with clenched jaws. With such strength, were

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