Dimensional Descent

Leonel roared, his spear vibrating with large amounts of Spatial Force as he met this golden fist.

Sparks flew, what looked like arcs of black lightning contrasting against a sparkling gold.

Leonel was continuously pushed back, his anchor in the sky and his strength not being nearly enough. Just to fly, he had to use the Spatial Force around him to his advantage. But, after just a single exchange with Alexandre, it felt as though he could hardly bring forth this strength anymore.

Just as Leonel was struggling with just a single one, Alexandre appeared in the skies above him, his fist sending out a second strike.

Leonel's pupils constricted, his arms trembling as he fought back. But, whatever small leverage he had had facing one completely collapsed in the face of the second.

Without suspense, his body practically crumpled, his armor threatening to shatter beneath the might of the two strikes.

BANG!

Leonel's body was forcefully tunneled into the ground, two fist imprints layering over one another to drive him further and further into the dirt.

A silence hung over the battlefield as the small drizzles of rain became more frequent, picking up momentum until a constant rattle rang in all of their ears.

Leonel shot out from the ground, his armor looking as pristine as when he first produced it. And yet, the state of his inner organs told a completely different tale. If it wasn't for his Metal Body and Divine Armor working as one, he might have been half dead already.

But, even then, he already found it difficult to stand.

Leonel took deep breaths, his gaze locking onto Alexandre and his grip holding on tightly to his silver, double bladed, spear.

'Dreamscape Battle Sense.'

Dream Force suddenly swept over the battlefield. As though a scanner

'Dream Sense.'

almost 200 ways, each taking control of a different section of his body as

precision. Even in cases where his muscles couldn't meet the mark, Leonel used his Earth Variant Affinity to take control of his armor and forcibly pull his

he had the greatest control over his

Alexandre wanted a battle, he would get one. Even at this moment, Leonel could sense

tearful eyes. He could see Rollan's steeled jaw. He could see Goggles' clenched fist, Castello's warped polearm,

tens of thousands of people reflected onto his mind, each and everyone looking toward him

was heavy. So heavy that he felt it might sink his knees, crush his shoulders and shatter

stood tall,

the space beneath him quaking. In the next instant, he vanished, appearing before

than attack, he took a

Alexandre's fist punched at empty air, entering a space that would have run through

a deep trench tearing through the city

helmet, his spear sweeping upward in a motion to slice

even connect. It shifted through space, continuing toward Alexandre's arm as

blade contacting skin played in all their minds. Yet, before anything could happen, Leonel

rocked the air, causing

side, his expression,

a close combat expert. After entering the Fifth Dimension, one's ability to control the Force in the