Dimensional Descent

Chapter 943 - Pumping Blood

Rio and Xander slid along the grass, gripping at their armless shoulders with the only hand they had left. Pain was etched across their faces, a mixture of surprise and horror hiding within.

Leonel might have needed a few exchanges to defeat a usual Tier 4 existence since he wasn't using his sniper rifle. But, who asked Rio and Xander to use the exact weapon that was completely useless against him?

Leonel swept a gaze over the three remaining members before checking the surroundings once again. It seemed that the Guild House was quiet, almost too quiet. A part of that was because they hadn't allowed many people in to accommodate Anya to begin with. But, another part was likely that Shield Cross Stars had already warned them all to stay out of the way.

'I should get out of here as quickly as possible. I don't have the luxury of using this for training. Who knows if they have more reinforcements coming or not?'

Leonel didn't want to fall into a trap of overestimating himself. As confident as he felt right now, it was exactly at such a point that he was the most vulnerable.

His gaze turned cold, a dull fog of violet hanging around him as though to curtail the world.

Leonel's steps shifted, a road of Star Force appearing in his path as he appeared amidst the three remaining warriors.

'[Harmonic Spear].'

what was fake. The three warriors were immediately overwhelmed,

bodies being torn into, Leonel's Spear Force slicing their flesh like

the chance to use their abilities before it was too late. Without a chance, they could only watch as their

the side, a

moment Leonel was most confident in his victory. And yet, Leonel seemed to swerve out of the way in a motion that was almost

swept his spear toward his right hand, his left palm flipping over to reveal a sniper

BANG!

building over a kilometer away, there was no room for dodging. In the split second he hesitated, shocked that Leonel had actually

gold tore through the skies, shooting through several disks of Reflective Gold before landing on its target. Though the range was too far for anyone to get a feel of just how bloody the end result was,

sniper rifle away in a motion just as smooth as the one he had used to bring it out. He had figured that there were likely snipers casting a net around him, but they clearly had their own methods of

metallic leg sleeves of the five warriors groaning splintered

foundation, but

imagining to be capable of doing this. So, he had no

his face. Was this the combat prowess someone at Tier 1 should have? Or

had become some sort of enigmatic shawl. In the blink of an eye, all the metals were swallowed up by