Dimensional Descent

The two shot forward simultaneously. Though he knew that it would be overkill, Leonel didn't want to waste another spear. He could tell how powerful Rychard's rod was and it was made of a material that reminded him of Elthor's Chaotic Particle Force.

It had heft, an almost tangible gravitational pull to it, and it seemed like an endless void fashioned into a pole.

However… it didn't seem to matter very much.

Leonel could tell that Rychard's skill was top notch, even beyond his own. Leonel was still refining his Spear Domain and hadn't touched many spears at the Fifth Dimensional level. In addition, he had spent much of the past few months tweaking and refining [Star Fusion] because he knew how important it would be to his combat prowess in his world.

However, though it was faintly beyond him, the gap wasn't enormous. And, while there was a small gap in skill, the gap in power was an almost endless abyss. Rychard's skill wasn't great enough to pin Leonel down and his strength was far too weak to last more than a few dozen exchanges.

After just several minutes, Rychard found himself standing on the edge of the road, his heels not even touching ground anymore.

He continued to glare at Leonel through the striking of their weapons.

In this place, he couldn't make use of even a single percent of his true strength. His body was heavy, his Lineage Factor and ability was sealed away, and to make matters worse this young man he was fighting didn't seem to have any of these limitations.

holding back for some reason. And, even though he didn't know what that reason

toward securing the Viola family's Heirship for himself. And yet, he

should…' Rychard grit his teeth and shook

much of anything. The

were two things he was, it was patient and vengeful. He didn't know if he would ever run into this Leonel Morales again, but when he did, he would pay him

or ability. It gives him a massive leg

Dimension, you couldn't even consider battling in space. And, unless you were in the Seventh, approaching even a Third

of their Dimension… Depending on how you looked at it, this could either be an intriguing mystery, completely irrelevant, or something that

on, he didn't give Leonel even the chance to kill him. He slipped a foot back,

in his hand as he swung at the bottom of the road with all

into the abyss below, his two flickering violet irises the last things that were visible before he completely

back to spare him but

to close his eyes. He took long,

involved. Ironically, though, also compared to the Fourth Dimension, cultivation within the Fifth Dimension was