Dimensional Descent

Leonel shot forward and his head almost snapped back as though someone had just pressed on the gas. His speed was so fast that he almost didn't believe that it was being generated from his own legs.

What was the most shocking about it was the fact that his weight hadn't been lowered in the slightest, unlike what had happened when his Snowy Star Owl Lineage Factor's Speed Branch reached its peak. Somehow, he managed to hit this pace with his weight being just as great as it had been before.

He appeared before the castle walls almost too quickly.

Realizing that he would crash if he didn't adjust, Leonel focused, his thighs bulging as he leapt into the air.

"Wah…"

Leonel let out a gasp. Before he realized what was happening, he was already 50 meters in the air, his eyes opened wide.

Jumping 50 meters into the air wasn't a big deal if he was in a Fifth Dimensional world. He might even be able to replicate the feat if he put his all into it in a Sixth Dimensional world.

But, just now, he thought he had already adjusted himself to his new strength so he used even less than he thought he should. And yet, the result was still like this.

Leonel suddenly understood. The speed of the Starry Tailed Fox was amazing, but somehow it was still secondary compared to its leaping, directional change, and agility abilities.

He laughed in the skies, making it to almost 60 meters before he began to fall downward.

Aina clicked her tongue, still quite far behind Leonel. She had adjusted her speed based on what output she was used to Leonel producing. This was clearly also outside her expectations.

of crimson as she

vision suddenly able to see through everything. His Internal Sight enveloped

spear, its feather fluttering in the

met the tip of each and every arrow, his speed leaving afterimages in the air as he thought back to

yet he was back there again as though

when he was just in the Third

truth was that even now, he wasn't looking for them. It was just that his senses were so far superior to what they had been back then that he almost

feet grinded into the ground as though to gain the support of the

Leonel was

him. How different was brandishing a spear compared to throwing a football?

mechanisms were slightly different, but the methods and foundation of drawing up and producing power were nearly

that natural motion that came as easy as breathing to him. He never had to think when he drew his bow or when he cocked his arm back to release the draconic power in his arm, but that was also because he had drilled the latter

former? With a bow, much of the mechanics were taken out of his hands, but now that he thought about it, there were many small tweaks he could make

he could make up all his

arm wasn't straight, if his back wasn't tight, if his shoulders weren't steady, if he could always just adjust the angle or his Bow Force so that his aim was true every

just the split moment it took for him to fall onto the castle walls. In just those small split seconds, his entire demeanor had shifted

ability to perfect his mechanics to an