Leonel's blade flashed, his Bronze Runes blazing to life as a silver armor covered him from head to toe.

The pupils of the three constricted. They could tell that this wasn't an armor Leonel summoned, it was rather one that was perfectly integrated with his body. The first possibility was that he had constructed this armor out of exceptionally rare materials that could be fused with organic material. The second possibility was that this was a second Lineage Factor.

Regardless of which the truth was, the objective reality was one thing: Leonel was powerful. Very powerful.

As though to agree with their speculation, a strong spatial domain suddenly descended. The three youths felt as though it took twice the effort to move the same distance as it had in the past, forcing their expressions into an even more serious state. There was no doubt in their minds that this was an ability of this armor Leonel had just brought out.

"You want to fight now? Fine." Kian's expression settled down, his own Force beginning to roll forward in waves. "You must really think that I'm some sort of pushover."

Kian's palm flipped over, revealing a glaive almost an entire meter taller than himself. Its polearm was a sleek black and its blade was a striking, venomous green. The blade itself was somewhat transparent and even seemed refined of a special sort of glass. However, the instant Kian's Snow Force erupted forth, it lost all its dullness and began to glow to the point its transparency vanished, leaving behind a blade that was not only almost double the size it had been originally, reaching almost three feet in length, but also one that shimmered as though it was made entirely of light.

An uncomfortable feeling began to hang in the air. Leonel didn't need to think very much to know that this stickiness on his skin was a poison warning. However, as though he couldn't sense this strangeness at all, he shot forward, his spear drawing an elegant arc in the air.

Kian sneered, his own blade swinging downward. But his pupils constricted at the result.

Grade glaive in his possession and it perfect synergized with his abilities. One would be hard pressed to find a youth with

the instant they clashed, Kian realized he couldn't have been more wrong. Leonel's

Kian's approach instantly changed.

blades clashed, he pulled back, his stance shifting. His movement was so swift that it made it difficult to tell anything had

glide backward, dispersing the strength of Leonel's blow

his own glaive and the length was about the same. He could easily see himself using it. And, even if he

him, he didn't mind taking him for all

skilled than anyone

cobbling together the insights of the masters of the Spear Domain. Compared to Kian who had clearly been wielding a glaive since he was a child,

least, there was a gap until

a golden light. Through the visor and helmet of his armor, the shimmering print of a

erupting around him. In one moment, Kian was effortlessly gliding Leonel's force to a harmless location. In the next, Leonel's spear had flipped in his hands,

Kian's expression changed. 'Impossible!'

longer remained seated, realizing that this would be a problem instantly. Vaan and Ren both flipped their palms to reveal two swords. As though by tacit agreement, they pincered Leonel in

swordsmanship was like a rocky avalanche,

single flick of the wrist caused fluid and sudden movements. There

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