Dimensional Descent

Leonel released a steam laden breath.

He slipped his backfoot further backward, anchoring himself with power, strength and leverage as he pierced forward.

The moment he released the attack, he knew that his trajectory was off. This wasn't because he had aimed incorrectly, but rather because the spirits were becoming smarter and more skilled. It was maybe the world's greatest irony that on the day Leonel faced the most spearman he had in his lifetime, that his Spear Domain Heirloom which was supposedly invincible against them, had become completely useless.

Of course, he knew that this was likely because these were energy spears rather than real, tangible ones. But, that didn't mean he didn't feel aggrieved.

Leonel knew that it was too late to change his spear's path. Shifting his momentum had been easy in the past, but his current self was too slow and lacking in agility.

His mind spun through several calculations before he made a choice.

His body's momentum continued forward while falling slightly to the side. The anchor that had been his feet wavered, weakening his strike. But, he also managed to just barely survive with just a graze to his shoulder.

He used his fall to turn his pierce into a downward sweeping motion, raking his spear across the chest of the spirit.

'Dammit… not deep enough…'

The good news was that Leonel's Quasi Silver spear was still very much effective against his enemies. Usually, as long as he could land a strike, it would be enough to end the battle.

were becoming sturdy to the point that even his Quasi Silver Spear didn't seem to have as

to try to use his Quasi Bronze spears, trying to gain as much of an edge as he could. But, he had never expected for his once reliable trump card to become neutered before he even made a dent in

moment, the spirit reacted as Leonel fell to the ground. Its illusory spear spun in its hands before

pupils constricted. His mind had already thought of numerous counter measures, but his body wasn't fast enough to execute even a single

his muscles constricting and his

about his neck and whispered into his ear as though it was ready to descend, coaxing him toward the 'other' side… Whatever it

if he did, he had just used it to bring him back from the brink

Leonel's mind went

jet black Quasi Bronze spear in an

palm as he fell to the ground. The instant it made contact and not a moment sooner

body to the side

Leonel by a hair, clanging against the light road as Leonel was spun to its back. The spirit couldn't react in time before a spear was suddenly jetted through its

the luxury of lying here to rest. He had already tried to do that before, but after a few minutes

Leonel wanted rest, he also had to accumulate more weight to himself. Whoever made this trial was definitely a sadistic bastard. Why couldn't they go back to doing puzzles? That had been

pushing himself up when he suddenly sensed something