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.

moment, her body becoming enveloped in a fog of crimson

to see through everything.

spear, its feather fluttering in the wind

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

and yet he was back there again as though the first time he touched the spear was

in the Third Dimension. No… he hadn't just missed them, it was

were so far superior to what they had been back then that he almost had no

grinded into the ground as though to gain the support of the earth with her every strike, the almost insignificant flex and turn of her wrist just before her strike

moment, Leonel was in a

a spear compared

the methods and foundation of drawing up and producing power were

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 so many times that it came so

were taken out of his hands, but now that he thought about it, there were many small tweaks he could make to his bowmanship that could take him to a

make

if his arm wasn't straight, if his back wasn't tight, if his shoulders weren't steady, if he could

took for him to fall onto the castle walls.

perfect ability to perfect his mechanics to an absolute extreme, and yet he had