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.

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

pounded against the dirt below, a crack spread out instantaneously,

couldn't keep up no matter how hard they tried. He became nothing more than a slight ripple of wind, yet it still felt that

coldly watched on, his spear moving in a blur of its

sounded throughout

stood almost unmoving. Even when he did, it would be to take a slight pivot in a given direction. His foundation was

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 with Leonel and he was forced to slow for just a

wore somber expressions, watching from the Castle. Somehow, the one man

spear suddenly descended with a fierce

like that.' Leonel nodded to himself.

the Wind, Light or Lightning Elements. But, pure Speedsters like Normand were quite rare. He wasn't relying on an Element, he was using nothing more

as it might sound, such Pure Speedsters were monstrous talents no less sought after than a genius with a deep Space or

broken down simply: Speed, Weightless,

to break the body's limits

the freedom of the body to unlock. Maneuvers like the one

Pure Speedster to ramp up to the greatest speed far quicker and at the highest level, allowed it to be near instantaneous. This allowed a Pure Speedster to both

far surpassing the pace of sound on a dime and turning to a completely new direction without putting any sort of pressure on your body would become as easy as breathing. This was

into power with the highest level of efficiency. This level