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

out instantaneously, even reaching

so blazingly fast that Leonel's eyes couldn't keep up no matter how hard they tried. He became nothing more than

coldly watched on, his spear moving

sounded throughout the

a given direction. His foundation was as steady

a blur. Over 90% of the battlefield couldn't even follow him movements, while another 10% could only barely

the Castle. Somehow, the one man they had hated for so long had become the one man they hoped

a fierce light, sending Normand

that.' Leonel nodded

categories just like any other ability. There were some Speedsters that relied on 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

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

was broken down simply: Speed, Weightless,

to break the body's limits

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

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 allowed

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 something

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