Dimensional Descent

Leonel's spear flew like a jet stream, leaving blurs in the air as he pierced through head after head. His lethality only increased, and yet his speed seemed to only become slower.

It wasn't a surprise that Leonel had only taken ten pierces to reach the level of the primitive woman. After all, his Ability Index was perfect for this and this was ultimately just a Black Grade weapon. But, he still basked in the feeling.

He could sense it, there was a level beyond. There was a level that represented why this woman's spear would be in the Spear Domain. This wasn't enough to gain the acknowledgment of the spear, there was something he was still missing.

Three Sparrows shot toward Leonel, each of them just four feet tall. But, because they were all flying low to the ground, their heights were no less than that of Leonel.

Two wielded short swords and the last was an archer who lagged behind. These three were most definitely more powerful than the ones Leonel had been fighting until this point, each of them in the latter third of the Fifth Dimension, beyond even Leonel's Tier 6 level.

However, Leonel didn't flinch, his pale violet irises twinkling with a hidden light as the Auspicious Air around him thickened.

His spear shot outward, releasing six streaks in quick succession. The wooden polearm bent and wove through the air like an elegant thread, matching the trajectory Leonel could see being projected onto the real world in real time.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The two swordsmen defended for their lives, their wings flapping hard as they were pushed back.

An arrow flew between their head, aiming for Leonel's head before he could follow up. But, with just as much ease, Leonel tilted to the side, his spear tilting upward from a low trajectory, piercing toward the chin of one of the Sparrows.

Leonel's eyes suddenly widened, his blood rushing through his veins.

that

washed with a feeling of euphoria even before his stinger blade shot through the lower

before it landed, like it was a perfect move the skies had blessed him with. It was a sort of emotion Leonel had never experienced before and

his spear back, his attacks suddenly becoming less predictable and more erratic. His rhythm shifted and moved like an elegant dance to music that jumped and warped. Sometimes it was fierce, at other times calm, and at yet other times it was ignited with a fiery passion that almost made

she was, how much grace

fusing with her

it that the primitive woman could make a spear

any sort of variation, how could it be difficult to contend with

There were many ways to vary one's attacks without using a different attack at all. You could change your cadence, your rhythm, you could even shift how much power you used, pushing and pulling at the instincts of an enemy until you lured them to a cliff and blew

expression turned weird, breaking out

the air and grabbing an arrow out of the

the castle itself began to rock as the Earth Force that made up its foundation threatened to quake to the point

to the point that he

a whistle to

you stop, I was

looked back to find Aina's face red from laughter as severed corpses fell around her. She was wheezing to the point Leonel thought snot might fly from her nose at any moment now, yet

what those