Dimensional Descent

Elody's pupils constricted, his sword reflexively coming across his body to block.

BANG!

Elody felt a strong surge of might intent on sending him flying, but his gaze flashed, his feet digging two deep trenches as he slid back.

Dirt and soil rose from the ground, slowing Elody's momentum by several factors.

When he finally came to a stop, Elody couldn't help but look down at his trembling hands, his face etched with a deep frown. The heaviness of Leonel's attacks wasn't something he had expected. Not only was the spear a rare weapon for a Luxnix to choose, even in the case that it was chosen, those that did would focus on the speed and flexibility of it, not to mention its range. Elody hadn't expected for Leonel's battle style to be like this.

But, that didn't mean that he was completely unprepared for battle either. Whether it was the Viola family, or the Montex family especially, they were known for their heavy handedness and their abrasive battle styles. As a great genius of his generation, Elody had clashed with his fair share of such talents. In fact, his techniques were refined to deal with them.

The moment Elody adjusted his thoughts and breathing, his whole demeanor shifted. This was not a spar, nor was it a healthy exchange of pointers. This person was an enemy and he would treat him as such.

Elody completed his thoughts in just the fraction of a breath. His sword balanced itself with a practiced flick of his wrist and his feet spread apart, creating a strong base for himself. The instant he was steady, his figure exploded forth, and yet the ground suffered not the slightest of damage.

Leonel seemed to have acted before Elody, but the difference in the weight and size of their weapons resulted in their blades meeting perfectly. Elody could tell immediately that Leonel had done this on purpose, but he wasn't shocked. If Leonel wasn't at least this skilled, things wouldn't' have reached this extent to begin with.

air. For every one

to always be capable of slipping out of Leonel's heaviest strikes and

battlefield, the images of two young men flickering into and

Force was far inferior to Leonel's own. One had already comprehended a

in terms of thickness and purity,

of Spear and Sword Force shot into the surroundings with each clash. There was something decidedly violent and existential about the clash of these two young men. Neither used any techniques that surpassed the

about Elody's to begin with. Their exchanges only became faster and more

across Elody's body, his spirit lifting and his gaze becoming

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a towering pillar of Snow Force shooting up into

it wasn't a light sword before him, but rather a great sword with the weight

for his chest with every intention of piercing through, but Leonel's own gaze was as placid as a lake's

'.'

With a CLANG,

took a step forward, taking advantage of Elody's momentum to send a punch

whistling bullet. The air cracked and whined,

BANG!

two separated, sliding back dozens of meters and creating a total of four