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.

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

Bronze spears, trying to gain as much of an edge as he could. But, he had never

ground. Its illusory spear spun in its hands

mind had already thought of numerous counter measures, but his body wasn't fast enough to execute

his muscles constricting and his nerves

wafted about his neck and whispered into his ear as though it was

Snowy Star Owl Lineage Factor to heal himself, even if he did, he had just used it to bring him back from the brink of death just a few weeks ago. It hadn't been nearly enough time for

that moment, Leonel's

silver spear vanished, replaced by a jet black Quasi

to the ground. The instant it made

his ankle, whipping his body to the side with his singular

back. The spirit couldn't react in time before a spear was suddenly jetted through its chest, its body becoming another cluster of

he was finished. This trial was truly something else. He didn't even have the luxury of lying here to rest. He had already tried to do that before, but after a few minutes of not moving forward, the same spirit would manifest again

Whoever made this trial was definitely a sadistic bastard. Why couldn't they go

pushing himself up when he