Dimensional Descent

For a moment, Leonel's slow and deliberate breaths became the only sound in the loading lobby. That attack just now was simply too shocking. They all felt that if they entered even the general vicinity of it, they would have been torn to shreds. At this point, they could only be happy that the Radiant Core was only the size of a palm. If it was any larger and retained the ability to send Force, especially sharp Level Two Force, into a wild spin like that… There was no telling the kind of devastation that Leonel could cause.

As for Dycon and the members of the Radix family, their level of shock was even beyond the Midas.

If it was the other regions of the Fort, they might still be able to accept it. However, beneath the thick metal flooring, there was a highly compressed Fifth Dimensional metal, processed via a special technique. The result was a metal alloy only marginally weaker than true Sixth Dimensional metals.

Though Dycon had roared out to stop Leonel, that was only meant to be a diversion tactic. He had, in fact, wanted Leonel to go all out. In the worst case for Leonel, he would end up killing himself. Even in the best case, his weapon should have been shattered and he should have suffered some terrible backlash. By then, the battle would be over. Of course, in the latter case, Dycon had no idea just how many Quasi Silver spears Leonel had in his possession.

However, the result was completely unlike anything Dycon had guessed and he couldn't wrap his head around why. Even though that attack was powerful, it shouldn't be Sixth Dimension powerful. Just what was going on?

'Earth affinity…?'

Dycon was formulating a thought in his mind but, unfortunately for him, he wouldn't have the breathing room to finish it.

Leonel took one final breath, his wrist turning slightly. A whirring sound manifested as the Radiant Core moved about his spear tip. Every time it shifted, a heat wave would spread and the smell of danger would linger in the air.

Now I can end

The blatant disregard it took to send just a single person after another entire Fort was already infuriating enough, but

his wrists and ankles had still yet to be removed. In fact, his feet were followed by bounding steel balls the size of his head,

blink of an eye, Dynmo had closed the distance and kicked out toward Leonel. The wind shattered and whistled beneath his might, the ball of steel following the arc of his kick. It was clear that he was completely enraged and recognized Leonel. While others were analyzing

his hand slowly reaching

'[Valiant Seal].'

Dimensional metals Dycon had been so confident in. From the moment Leonel had drilled through it, he had already begun to take control. By the time Dynmo attacked,

BANG!

'I see…'

few ripples through the sheet of dense Spatial Force. He seemed to have realized something at that

leaned in far too much on the Spatial Element as it was the most prominent feature of the technique, but the truth was that both Elements were equally important, only then could the Artistic Conception be the

at all. It was only this moment when Leonel finally properly

in space caused

another light breath, his gaze freezing over once again. As he had already said…