Dimensional Descent

The experts in the crowd found their hearts skipping a beat.

Redirecting attacks using Space Force, teleporting them through space and changing their trajectory was so by far and away more difficult than simply teleporting through volatile Force that it could only be labeled as impossible. Being able to perfectly reflect attacks, even, was so difficult that it took one being a Savant like Candle to be able to do it!

Leonel had redirected attacks before against the oceanic beasts of Earth. But, they had been so much weaker than him to begin with that the two feats couldn't even be compared.

If a Sixth Dimensional expert wanted to reflect the attack of a Fifth Dimensional one, it was a matter of a wave of a palm. They were essentially a God to a mortal to begin with. However, doing so with an attack at, or even worse… Above your level like Leonel had was so unfathomable that if it wasn't for the resonating booms, the entire arena would have fallen into complete silence.

The expressions of those of the Luxnix were incredibly ugly.

The truth was that after seeing Alienor's strength, they realized just how ignorant they had been. They had all been aware that she was still within the Sixth Dimension, so they never thought too much of her strength.

This wasn't too surprising. Earth had only completed its Metamorphosis about five years ago so when Alienor blossomed to her true strength, the Luxnix had already concluded what they believed her limits were and had no idea just how vastly she had improved. They had no idea how large the gap between two individuals of the same Dimension could be.

It only made matters worse that Wise Star Order, their most respected Ancestor, had chosen Leonel's side to begin with and now even seemed to have been enslaved by Roesia's branch of the family.

The Starry Order Elders of the family already understood that they had lost this battle, but it was hard to just shift their mentalities after decades of placing their hope in just one young man. Many of them still hoped that Myghell would win, even if it wasn't logical, they were human, after all.

before them, it was

a frown on their faces at this moment… Because oddly enough, Leonel himself was among

scorched even the air. But, it was also precisely because of this that the fog and plumes of smoke took so long to clear. And when it did… Leonel's gaze couldn't help but narrow

to be in a sorry state. His untouched

blood at the corner of his lips and several cracks across his body, but he still rose slowly from the ground, a

felt like one was looking at a completely different person. From indifferent, standoffish and cold, Myghell was only a blinding chain of precious metals away from looking every

the top of his robes away from himself, spitting out the mouthful of blood that was accumulating on his tongue. The cracks that ran along his toned body slowly fused and vanished one by one, the thumping of his heart suddenly treating his body

his body to a special frequency that pulled at

everyone could just swallow metals and end up

line of muscle, every inch of definition, every outlined striation and pulsing vein, was the result of his own

back. His actions were slow and didn't seem very special, but the oppressive aura he was giving off only

an organ but had rather become a thrumming war drum, the gems that coated his body becoming thicker

had fallen a pace before him and was

Myghell's hand. One would have thought that he had done so for the purpose of battle, but what he

it up to eye level as though

then his mouth suddenly opened wide. His canines