Dimensional Descent

Leonel's expression flickered.

The instant the Force surrounding the arrow lodged into his shoulder dissipated, he used his Variant Earth affinity to send it flying out of his flesh. The wound itself immediately began to heal, Leonel's passive Healing Factor having reached ridiculous levels after reaching the Second Awakening of his Healing Branch.

Isac hadn't expected for Leonel to deal with his wound so effortlessly, so he was somewhat caught off guard. This wasn't because he thought his arrow would be lethal, but rather because he expected Leonel to have to be forced to find a moment to pull the arrow out. And, he thought that Leonel would also have to at least weather the injury for the duration of the battle. But, it seemed that he was wrong.

Isac's expression fell for only a split moment before his determination was lit ablaze once more.

His gaze rapidly shifted between the four arrows he had released into the sky, completing another series of calculations in the blink of an eye.

His aura blazed, his Bow Force wrapping around his body like a howling wind.

The twang of his bow string became like the chords of a symphony. Every pull and release had its own unique rhythm. He didn't care about the depletion of his state of mind, he didn't care about the tingling pain at the tips of his fingers, he didn't care about anything outside of the target right before him.

Leonel rolled to the side. Having lost the initiative, his body was forced into weaving and dodging, his gaze flickering with an excited light.

Isac was the best marksman he had ever met. His skill was immaculate. His calculative abilities were lesser than that of himself, but his talent and grasp of timing were impeccable. The moment he seized a leg up due to a folly on Leonel's part, he didn't let up, his assault only becoming more overbearing and relentless.

There was no cover for Leonel to take, no partner he could use to distract his enemy, and as though by some tacit agreement between the two, Leonel refused to use any skills classified outside his talent as a bowman.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

up outside the arena as arrow after

rise off of Isac's skin. His fingers trickled with blood, his back burned from the strain and his shoulders cried out. But,

he did was perfect and without flaw. He forgot about everything else, his mind touching an ethereal state where even the pain and aching of his

And then…

BANG!

towering pillar of Force rose into the skies. Isac's aura shifted, his arrows beginning to carry

Orinik and Ganor's gazes

'Natural Bow Force!'

the crowd, Isac broke through just as he forced Leonel into a corner. And yet, the man himself didn't even seem to notice. All he could think about was growing powerful enough to defeat the enemy before

SHUUU! SHUU! SHUUU! SHUUU!

space and threatening to tear lines into the fabric of reality. However, while they were far from accomplishing such

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

cloud of dust billowed into the skies, covering the scene of everything in the corner of the arena. The crowd watched on in awe. A battle that had started with such a fascinating beginning had turned

Bow Force! Wasn't the conclusion

then, before the smoke could completely clear, a laughter sounded from within it, causing the plumes of debris