Dimensional Descent

Chapter 913: No Longer

The cloaked figures that had been standing around the leading man stood in shock. Though he had a big mouth, that man was still a Tier 4 expert.

One had to understand that not all Tier 4 experts were of the same strength. Just like Leonel could battle them with ease despite not having firmly stepped into Tier 1, there were many Tier 4 experts stronger than what the Head of Misty Woods had displayed.

The truth was that the Head of Misty Woods had a large weakness: He needed to be in a state of prayer to display such strength. However, the cloaked man Leonel had just killed could display the same strength without needing to rely on a God or Goddess. And yet, just like that, he had been killed.

To make matters worse, they were standing almost half a kilometer from Leonel. They had thought to probe him to see if he really could use that attack again or not. And yet, the result was absolutely devastating. In the blink of an eye, one of theirs had been killed.

Leonel didn’t even react to this. Standing within 500 meters of a sniper even back on Third Dimensional Earth was a death sentence. To the current Leonel, they would have to stand more than ten kilometers away to have a chance at dodging.

Leonel had wanted to use this battlefield as a chance to gain some battlefield experience and maybe hone himself a bit. The fact he wasn’t taking this seriously was almost too obvious.

He hadn’t activated his Bronze Runes nor his Spear Domain. He was using a wooden spear and he had initially not even wanted to use the spear techniques he had learned previously.

Unfortunately, his nonchalance almost caused him to suffer. Of course, there wasn’t much he could do about being targeted by a God’s seal, but it still pissed him off. Then, these cloaked figures—obviously being the ‘hidden’ experts the Milky Way Guild had sent—pissed him off even more.

got to practice on. In that case, he might as well just end this all as

rifle whirred to life again. It

beautiful golden light, following the pattern of Force Arts etched directly onto it. Before the light could make it to the end, though, several hovering disks of precious metals appeared before the barrel of the

BANG!

of gold. If one looked closely, with every one it passed through, the beam of light only became more concentrated and faster. By the time

blink of an

“RUN!”

didn’t dare to stay around any longer. Their hair stood on end

to make it more than seven kilometers away despite how fast Leonel was shooting, and yet it didn’t matter at all. He

a gaze over the scattered remains of the

you all going to run? Or would you like me

hesitation, they all dashed off, returning

jostled for position as they fought to be the first ones to leave. In the end, they ended up using far more time than they needed to eventually completely

on them with a scythe. None of

several pairs of eyes on Leonel’s back which seemed all too ridiculous considering the sight of lava still gushing forth before them all. And yet, Leonel seemed far more fascinating than