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.

in a fog of crimson as she

able to see through everything. His Internal Sight enveloped the entire mountain castle as several arrows shot

fluttering in the wind as he pierced

of each and every arrow, his speed leaving afterimages in the air as he

been so long since he sunk into her thoughts, and yet he was back there again

to be able to grasp many subtleties he had completely missed back when he was just in the

senses were so far superior to what

hips, the way her feet 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

a moment, Leonel was in

felt eerily similar to him. How different was brandishing a spear compared to throwing a football? Or,

and foundation of drawing up and producing

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

about the former? With a bow, much of the mechanics were taken out of his hands, but now that he thought

only more forgiving because he could make

cared if his arm wasn't straight, if his back wasn't tight, if his shoulders weren't steady, if he could always just adjust

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

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