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.

as it formed. To him, this didn't matter in the

be ranked among Fourth Dimensional weapons and even Earth's Third Dimensional cold weapons would be able to slash it apart ten out of ten times. At the same

Amery knew felt that anyone would be a fool to believe

might as well have

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

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

'Goodbye.'

BANG!

flicker of light within his irises, but it was

his bone sprinkling down like ash and his flesh falling like lumps of processed meat. In that very instant, what had once been the hand of an Elite Force Crafter had

to spill out. Just a casual strike from Amery left him in a half dead state, his breathing hardly holding on. If it wasn't for the fact he had entered the

the road, sliding back to the point he landed on its very edge. Even though the Vital Star Force within him was trying to quickly fuel

Force. It seemed to hinder Leonel from being able to heal himself, at least through 'normal' means like this. It was only after Leonel 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

Not bad."

truly mean his words, there wasn't a hint of derision or disdain hidden within them. He was