Dimensional Descent

Leonel took deep breaths, pushing himself up the rest of the way.

If this most recent thought of his was correct, that would mean that the creator of [Dimensional Cleanse], or at least whoever it was that set up this competition, did in fact want him to use his mind over the raw strength of his body. It was just that now, rather than applying it to puzzles, he or she wanted it applied in battle.

Leonel would still remember the borderline narcissistic comments the creator of [Dimensional Cleanse] had left in the first part of their technique. Back then, Leonel had been in the Joan Zone and his life was on the line every minute of every day, and yet he still couldn't help but chuckle. Even now, with his body in such a state, he was caught between rolling his eyes and laughing some more.

When he framed things like this, if the creator was really the one who set up this fiasco, it was no wonder it was all so sadistic. That person was really a bastard.

'97 seconds…' Leonel thought to himself.

He had to make it to the next spirit in that time or else he would have to fight the one he just had again. The distance wasn't far, just a kilometer. But in this endless stretch of road Leonel felt like banging his head against a wall.

'There's got to be something to this…'

The truth was that Leonel was at a striking disadvantage. It was very rare for those with powerful bodies to choose [Dimensional Cleanse] of all things to practice. They would usually pick a technique that could supplement their power, not their mind.

But, back when Leonel was choosing [Dimensional Cleanse], he hadn't awakened any of his Lineage Factors. His mind was the only strength he had thanks to his ability. He hadn't really had a choice… He had simply made the best choice he could.

to a state where now his Metal Body, rather than being an asset, was actually the worst detriment to him. He shouldn't feel so heavy right now, at least not at such early

Leonel would have had an easier time had he left his Metal Body at Tier

after every victory worked on percentages. This meant that the added weight he experienced was also greater than that of others. It was as though the creator of [Dimensional Cleanse] was snubbing his nose at Leonel for being a muscle head

Dimension. The

misfortune of it all was that Leonel didn't have the luxury of whining

work so he couldn't even try to teleport away from this place. Stepping off of the light

of the blue star, all of

forced to fight the same spirit again. But now, he had to think of a solution. He couldn't just continue like this. If he did, there would eventually come a point where he couldn't hold on any longer… And by then, only

fact, he was being overly optimistic right this moment. The truth was that he

difficult to defeat. This was calculated using a combination of Leonel's added weight, along with

couldn't see to the end of the light road, he could definitely see three kilometers ahead… And that was enough to know that that put him no closer

What was the conclusion…?

100% chance of death.

whose very foundations were rooted in logic, there was no false hope birthed in his heart, nor was there a steely determination… All there