Dimensional Descent

Chapter 768 - Pure Speedster

CLANG!

The polearm of Leonel's spear appeared before him vertically, blocking the pierce of Normand's swift sword. It was such a precise block that the sword didn't slip one direction or another, it simply trembled in place, unable to move forward any longer.

"What a coincidence." Normand said, his voice sounding particularly flat, all of his playfulness and sarcasm vanishing. "I've been looking to die for a long time already."

Leonel's eyes narrowed. His spear shifted, forward, the tip of Normand's sword to get caught in one of the hollow grooves of his long, flexible spear.

Normand suddenly experienced his sword being twisted as Leonel's spear spun to the side. The pressure bore down on his wrist, threatening to break it entirely.

But, it was at that exact moment that Normand left his feet, his body spinning in the air along with his sword.

Leonel's pupils constricted. 'Weightless…'

He didn't get to dwell on the thought for very long before, Normand swiftly pulled his sword back, piercing forward again with a speed even greater than the first time. He seemed to have no need of his Swift Title at all, his actions existed on a plane all to their own.

Leonel took a calm step back, the spin of his spear picking up as he blocked its pierce precisely. He controlled the speed with such accuracy and precision that even when Normand tried to aim for the gaps, he would always find Leonel's polearm waiting.

seemingly becoming even more lazy. His body loosened, his limbs

against the dirt below, a crack spread out instantaneously, even reaching back toward the collapsing city wall to his back and forcing it to fall even

was so blazingly fast that Leonel's eyes couldn't keep up no matter how hard they tried. He became nothing more than a slight ripple of wind, yet it

watched on, his spear moving in a

sounded throughout

pivot in a given direction. His

a blur. Over 90% of the battlefield couldn't even follow him movements, while another 10% could only barely catch a glimpse of him the instant his sword clashed

Court. They all wore somber expressions, watching from the Castle. Somehow, the one man they had hated for so long had become

spear suddenly descended with a fierce light, sending Normand

like that.' Leonel nodded to

Wind, Light or Lightning Elements. But, pure Speedsters like Normand were quite rare. He wasn't relying on

talents no less sought after than a genius with a deep Space or even Time

down simply: Speed, Weightless,

simplest. It allowed one to break the body's limits and

This state allowed the freedom of the body to unlock. Maneuvers like the one Normand had pulled earlier occurred as

quicker and at the highest level, allowed it to be near instantaneous. This allowed a Pure Speedster to both save on the stamina they would normally need to hit their top speed and also

reaching Control, both Weightless and Acceleration were built up. At this level, one gained an inhuman amount of agility. Stopping from speeds far surpassing the pace of sound on a dime and turning to a completely new direction without putting any sort of pressure on your

Speed into power with the highest level of efficiency. This level made pure strength types look like nothing