Dimensional Descent

Chapter 945

Chapter 944 - Best At...

An eruption of fire turned whatever blood and gore there would have been to ash. In that moment, a headless corpse fell to the ground, much of its shoulders and collarbone burnt to black.

Leonel's fingers flickered, causing another pair of metallic leg sleeves to shoot to Little Tolly.

His feet glided past several attacks, his left hand continuously tapping in the air. The speed of his fingers was so fast that concentrated blasts of air would arc downward every time he struck, it was as though he was playing the piano on the back of the wind, his veins pulsing with an undying power.

'[Meteoric Impact].'

Whenever Leonel got even a semblance of breathing room, the rhythmic tapping of his fingers would come to a halt and his spear would pierce out like a spiraling fire dragon, shaking the air and imploding the head of yet another warrior.

Every time one died, another set of metallic leg sleeves would be added to Little Tolly and the rhythmic tapping would grow faster and somehow more controlled and deliberate. The snapping of Leonel's fingers became so fast that the sound barrier began to shatter with every tap. The speed was even beyond what Leonel could casually reach within such a strong world.

Leonel sidestepped, allowing a pike to pass between his ribcage and elbow. He swung his arm down, pinching the polearm onto his body and twisting.

A resounding snap caught the warrior off guard. Before he could realize that Leonel had targeted a weak point in his weapon's craft to shatter it, an elbow glowing with Bronze Runes was already traveling toward his face.

The sickening sound of shattering bone resounded through the already rowdy battlefield.

'[Meteoric Impact].'

need to calculate things in a battle of this level. And the result was his entering a state of

long before anyone realized what was happening. Then, without even considering the consequences, Leonel applied a spear

BANG!

head of the warrior

controlled as compared to what it usually was wit Leonel's spear, resulting in a tail of

block, but the heat was excruciating, some of them even feeling their skin being boiled

instinctually took advantage of this

allowing them to trickle across his exposed torso. Yet, it seemed to hardly affect him in the

the surroundings left the warriors at a loss for how to react. In the blink of an eye, half a dozen fell to Leonel's spear, never

skies, his hair and gaze slowly gaining a crimson hue to them. His flames

of fire would spread out from it, turning the lush greenery of the Guild House into a

possible to see hundreds of kilograms

minutes, Little Tolly had separated out the metallic leg sleeves to their fundamental

shaped into perfect javelins appeared. They looked like large needles, each three meters long and each

"[Infernal Cyclone]."

in his hands. Every revolution it completed formed another wheel of fire that jetted out with his spear as

horizontal, some diagonal. They ravaged

One of the

ravaged the warriors around him. Instead, his spear

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