Dimensional Descent

Chapter 760 - Fall

Leonel flipped his palm over, causing his spear to vanish.

Mikael seemed to want to press his advantage the moment he saw this. He didn't believe that Leonel was giving up, but that didn't matter. All that did matter to him was that this was a chance to finally end this battle.

Though Leonel had seemed to survive so long because of his speed and agility. Mikael could tell that another large portion of the reason was the length and reach of his spear.

He had never seen such a long spear before. The Crafters of their Kingdom were excellent, but the logistics of forming such a long and flexible spear was a nightmare, especially if you wanted it to carry any strength.

If it wasn't for his Sturdy Title, he felt that he would have already lost his long time partner.

However, would Mikael really have the chance to press such a small advantage? Leonel's spear had hardly disappeared before another one appeared in its place. And, though this one was exactly a meter short of four, Mikael's pupils immediately constricted.

It was the kind of spear that held a presence of its own, a fiery aura that seemed to want to battle against even its own owner. Just laying there in Leonel's palm, it made the energies of the world tremble, its mere existence exuding an undying superiority.

Leonel twirled his spear in his hands, its double blade slicing apart trees tens of meters away with its wind pressure alone. He hardly put any effort in, yet the devastation he wrought had reached an all new level.

'Let's end this.'

constricted into pinholes. He didn't dare to meet that spear with his hammer. He could already see the future where a weapon that had followed him

didn't matter in this regard, not even in the

sound of

that moment,

enough, the range is too

remained composed, ready to look for a

he ran from this battlefield, his army would lose the buff he had given them. The instant this happened, the slaughter would

alternative. And, as long as he killed Leonel, the momentum would shift and victory would be his. Such a ragtag group of commoners, what did they know about honor?

next

instant Leonel reached the limit of his piercing movement, completely short as

splintered into two of its three segments, a snaking

couldn't even react before his valiant steed of decades had its throat pierced, a pained

in

suit, tearing through a defense he could hardly dent moments ago as though a knife through

rain of blood blinded Mikael for a moment as his steed's head was split in two. Even though he reacted quickly, blocking his front with his massive

massive meat grinder. Mikael couldn't even reacted before his body, along

came to a grinding halt, Leonel's spear snapping

of trees in the surroundings were sliced into