Dimensional Descent

Leonel swung his spear upward instantaneously, but it was only just barely in time to meet Syllar's blade.

He was fast. So fast that without activating his Snowy Star Owl's gaze, Leonel's eyes alone could never hope of keeping up.

As fast as Syllar's legs were, though, his blade was even quicker. He caught the side of Leonel's spear. With blade against blade, he took advantage of his own forward momentum to parry it upward, his sword skimming against the edge of Leonel's spear as the backhand of his dagger aimed directly for Leonel's throat.

In the moment, Leonel understood.

Syllar was the Arm Head of the Speed Arm of the Luxnix family. However, even then, he had only undergone his First Awakening of the Speed Branch, allowing his Light Elemental Force to fuel his speed and leaving trails of light in his wake as he moved. But, compared to Leonel who had awoken three times, what was that worth?

With things being light this, though, Syllar truly showed his colors as the fastest of the Luxnix's younger generation. Not only was his grasp of the family's techniques impeccable… But his own personal ability, the one he had been forced to hide for so much of his life, was actually so perfectly in tune with exactly the kind of fighter he wanted to be.

While it seemed like Syllar was an Elemental Speedster, this wasn't the case at all. Rather, he was a Special Type Lightning user. His Lightning wasn't the destructive type, nor was it a Speedster Type, it was an Energy Type.

His Lightning was able to fuel his body and give him strength. Whether it was improving his thinking speed, his explosive strength and his raw speed, it was able to do it all. This sort of ability was like an overall upgrade on his power, a holistic boost to how dangerous he was. And make no mistake…

He was dangerous.

was sparking out from it. The

next was even

all his energy, the blade trembled and then dulled. All the

CLANG!

neck. But as though it had rebounded against

an assassin in the night, he struck just once and didn't stay in Leonel's

perceptible to the eye. However, his steps didn't pause for even a

harsh, grating wind pulsed into the surroundings. Everywhere it passed, ice and icicles formed, turning the stage into

took a step forward, his

CLANG! CLANG!

growing faster and faster. He felt as though Leonel was either adapting to his

began to creep up Syllar's sword and dagger, his lips turning blue and his fingers trembling

in the wind. The combination of violet, light blues and a dense darkness played off of each other very well. And yet, compared

favor, Syllar realizing that his opponent was getting faster and

been that Syllar could attack three or four times before he landed even one. But then it had shrunk to three, then two, then one… Now, Leonel seemed to attack twice as fast as Syllar did. If not for the fact that the latter wielded two weapons, he would have likely already suffered a

of his blade. With a strong flick

to retreat once more, but his expression changed when he found that his foot hit