Dimensional Descent

The whip was fast and swift. Despite having used the palm as a diversion tactic, the whip itself actually reached Leonel first, causing his pupils to constrict.

For one, this told him just how cautious Deloris was being and it marked a change in attitude amongst the five of them. Secondly, it revealed the true strength of these Sixth Dimensional monsters.

It was clear at a glance that Deloris was using nothing more than Level One Whip Force. However, the Sixth Dimensional Force backing it made Leonel's Level Two Spear Force look like nothing more than child's play.

However, this was a reality that Leonel had already long since become ready for.

'Duality.'

In that instant, Deloris' whip accelerated, its tip turning into pure Water Force. But, under her own astonished gaze, it shot over Leonel's head, missing him by several centimeters.

'What…?'

The flat of Leonel's blade shot upward, slapping Deloris' whip even further off course. It was a subtle tap that hardly slowed his forward momentum, but simply due to the fact that her momentum had already been heading in that direction, the change was exponential. By the time she realized Leonel had closed the distance, it was too late to pull her whip back.

However, Deloris didn't panic. Her whip had reached Leonel much faster, but that just meant that her palm energy was still a layer of protection for her. Though it was sent out quickly, it still carried at least 50% of her strength.

'Duality.'

palm strike suddenly decreased to half its size, allowing Leonel to slide by it with deft steps. Blinding golden lights wrapped around Leonel's body, his speed stepping onto a completely new tier

before snapping into place, the momentum carrying his blade toward Deloris'

to her whip. As for the other, it was still in the position of sending out a palm strike,

already been through in her lifetime? To be outmaneuvered by a child several times

circulated, her eyes glowing with a gentle

'Separation—'

'Duality.'

bloomed with a touch of red. In that moment, she

water, Leonel's blade cutting through the curtain of

pale and crimson dripping down her swanlike neck. Her blue dress still fluttered, but its collar was slowly being dyed red, her chest heaving as she

and SIlam had yet to move an inch. Siris had chopped off his hand at the wrist, and yet had already replaced it with a bronze fist he likely got from

sight of Belize right now was truly horrid. Her entire back had been covered in Leonel's Molten metal. By now, she had already gone through several flower constructs, each of then burning to ash as they tried to deal

back like a leash, she might have been dead already. In fact, her state was so bad

took a deep breath,

character could be either speed or power, and how much Leonel wanted to shift it decided how easy or difficult it would be. The difficulty was also influenced by whether he