Dimensional Descent

Chapter 893: Not Bad

'Indeed… Why is it all so slow now… That must be why…'

Leonel was unaware of the vast difference between the Fifth and Sixth Dimensions. But, someone moving so fast that even his own Internal Sight couldn't keep up with it was enough to lay it out to bare right in front of him. It was clear that Amery was on a level so far beyond himself that it was impossible to fathom, and that was even while being weighed down by four rounds worth of Vital Star Force.

Now that he knew, he realized why his intuition had been screaming at him to run all this time. But… running was impossible. The moment he took a step back, he would be finished.

Leonel's spear was held between both hands in the most defensive stance that he could muster. And yet, Amery had a complete disregard for it as he attacked as though his spear wasn't there at all. However, it was exactly this disregard that gave Leonel the faintest hope for survival.

Leonel's arm exploded. This wasn't a metaphor, it wasn't a fancily worded set of prose, but rather an accurate description of exactly what happened.

Right at his elbow, Leonel's arm imploded into a rain of blood and gore. It was such a vicious, cold hearted, blood curdling wound that even Amery's brow furrowed lightly even as his sword continued downward.

However, it was this explosion that erupted Leonel's arm into movement, arching his spear upward in a move that was seemingly intent on forcing it into the path of Amery's blade.

just as quickly as it formed. To him, this didn't matter in the slightest. He would show Leonel the difference

able to slash it apart ten out of ten times. At the same time, Leonel was

yet, Amery knew felt that anyone would be a fool to

Silver weapon? It might as well have

given Leonel a chance to live. Since he didn't want it, this would be his death

that no matter what stood before him, he would slice it apart. It was an air that matched Leonel's King's Might and

'Goodbye.'

BANG!

suddenly changed. It was just a small flicker of light within his irises, but it

lumps of processed meat. In that very instant, what had once been the hand of an Elite Force Crafter had become nothing but a mangled mess, impossible to see

his inner organs threatened to spill out. Just a casual strike from Amery left him in a half dead state, his breathing hardly

its very edge. Even though the Vital Star Force within him was trying to quickly fuel Leonel's cells

began to fight back against Amery's aura with his own King's Might that things began to shift. But, even then, it was only because it was a

bad." Amery

words, there wasn't a hint of derision or disdain hidden within them.