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.

end this." Leonel said

expression twisted. The blatant disregard it took to send just a single person after another entire Fort was already infuriating enough, but Leonel's remarks

do anything, though, Dynmo shot forward like a raging T-rex. The clanging chains around his wrists and ankles had still yet to be removed. In fact, his feet were followed

the 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.

watched on indifferently, his hand slowly

'[Valiant Seal].'

these pillars were the very same near Sixth 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

BANG!

'I see…'

Dynmo's attack sent a few ripples through the sheet of dense Spatial Force. He seemed to

it was the most prominent feature of the technique,

Leonel finally properly infused the pillars into the ground as they

it was in large scale battles because he was worried about the fluctuations in space caused by the

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