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.'

with deft steps. Blinding golden lights

place, the momentum

whip. As for the other, it was still in the position of sending out a palm strike, but the energy from it had long since been

an expert among experts. How many battles had she already been through in her lifetime? To be outmaneuvered by a child several times in a row was already humiliating enough. She most definitely wouldn't allow him the

eyes glowing with a gentle

'Separation—'

'Duality.'

red. In that moment, she truly felt the scent of death,

was right then that her body collapsed into a pool of water, Leonel's blade cutting

pale and crimson dripping down her swanlike neck. Her blue dress still fluttered, but its

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 Avarone, resulting in his combat prowess practically being the same. Finally, there was Deloris was bleeding and Belize who was in the worst situation of the five by

entire back had been covered in Leonel's Molten metal. By now, she

her state was so bad that all of her clothing had already been burnt to a crisp. Only the vines of her leach flower were keeping up her modicum

deep

power, and how much Leonel wanted to shift it decided how easy or difficult it would be. The difficulty was