Dimensional Descent

Leonel was unaware of the thoughts of Orinik and Ganor, but even if he had known, he wouldn't have reacted much. Though the two were trying to profit off of him, they weren't necessarily doing anything detrimental, at leas not on the surface, anyway. Even if they were coming with sinister intention, Leonel would be at fault if he was honest with himself.

Leonel had no idea just how rare his defenses were. Bodies that could match up to weapons in hardness didn't just grow on trees and most techniques and Lineage Factors that replicated such things had enormous drawbacks. Someone like Leonel who could have amazing speed, flexibility and dexterity, all while having a body practically immune to blades, was unheard of.

In the human race, there was only one family capable of such a feat, and that was without a doubt the Morales.

Unfortunately, Leonel's scope of the Dimensional Verse was still too narrow compared to young nobles and he never really hid his abilities at all. So, whether they were the ones to expose him or not, he would eventually end up exposing himself regardless.

Leonel was already far behind the other Heirs who had already build up their factions and were training in preparation for that day. His anonymity was practically the only shield he had, but it seemed like that wouldn't last for much longer.

…

The battles continued to rage on and the excitement of the crowd only seemed to grow with each passing moment. Previously, the numbers and auras were all muddled and no one truly understood exactly how things would shake out. But, as more and more battles occurred, a picture of the various groups and standings began to form in the mind of the spectators.

Upon grasping who was in which group and how the records were playing out, the excitement began to boil over.

the masses, their practices ultimately led to such a result regardless. After all, with everyone having to rely on themselves to treat their injuries, any large and clashing battle could make or break

fought, the more accurate those of the Void Palace would be able to be in their assessments. As such, as the battles continued, those

which of their favorites would win and old, wizened men and women made their predictions in an effort to

of Earth that remained continued to perform to the best of

more refined Arnold's

worst of them all. But, he didn't lose sight of his determination, managing to keep his head high and take his

like Arnold, improving rapidly with every battle. He

Battle Form, morphing into an enormous, white furred wall of muscle with horns that pierced the skies,

what the crowd saw and what Orinik and Ganor saw were two completely different things entirely. While

a True State Universal Force wielder, then there was a member of that family, and now there's someone

felt like his

over

spoken those words casually, Orinik froze upon hearing them, his head turning toward the location of Earth's geniuses. He had been so busy analyzing how ridiculous it all seemed that he had completely missed the most obvious

from this one place, they all seemed to look toward a singular young man for guidance.