Dimensional Descent

What remained of the battle could only be described as a farce.

Every time the trio built up momentum, they were stopped by a single spear strike. By the third time this happened, they found themselves surrounded by demons and making their way forward only became more and more challenging.

While demons were smart enough to know who the real threat was, they were also a selfish race ruled by their greed. They could see how powerful Leonel was and there was an easier target right here, why not take advantage? Plus, if they could swallow powerful targets like the trio, they would find themselves with greater power to use to then deal with Leonel.

As for those that weren't the trio, many had given up after the death of Sebastian and Slaton. The others that seemed to realize that Leonel didn't dare to kill them all, though, kept trying, only to find themselves even more unceremoniously dealt with than the trio.

Soon, they realized that they were accumulating too many injuries, so much so that they were beginning to fall into the danger of dying not to Leonel, but the demons themselves.

The elders in the clouds above watched in silence as Leonel crossed the 10% mark, something that had practically been inevitable from the very beginning.

"What a good little seedling you have, Miss of the Oliidark family."

The terse voice came from an old man with a large nose. His eyes sparked with lightning from time to time, and he was without a doubt the Head of the Lightning Lance Pavilion, Head Obarin.

By now, everyone knew it was his disciples that had gone inside. But he still couldn't admit that or else he would be forced to pay a steep prize. Still, he could use this method to display his dissatisfaction to the greatest extent possible.

Mistress Oliidark shuddered when she heard this. Things might still be fine if she could rely on Leonel to become a pillar of her family, but not many had realized that the two Leonel had killed were from her very own family. And, even if they had, they wouldn't think much of it. This was because others were well aware that there was competition in the Oliidark to become the son-in-law of the next generation. As such, they would just think that Leonel had acted in order to clear the path for himself in the future and get rid of trouble from the roots.

Due to this, many believed that Leonel was acting under the orders of Mistress Oliidark and was her greatest trump card. Who cared about the loss of two middling talents when you had one that could crush even High Class talents?

for your kind words,

away without another word.

But there was still a chance at the High Class top prize. They had to

in the door, they would regret it

There was only one way out of this. But she had to take it, even if it required burning away generations of their accrued resources. A loss like this wasn't one they could

were two geniuses that she was greatly satisfied with, but Leonel made them look like trash

"Empabo."

"Yes, ma'am!"

no one. But when they were finished, Empabo's expression flickered before he slowly and respectfully left the cloud.

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having climbed into the millions. However, the good thing about the Top

onto the Bronze

couldn't waste anymore time. The final phase of the other

gathering the resources he needed to succeed in his plan, if he could also lay his hands on the Silver Tablet, why wouldn't

of those watching and his body vanished in a flicker. With a greater speed than he had displayed until now, those stuck in the Middle Class could only watch as he made

planning

the Top Prize would be every one of Leonel's caliber's target. Once you got it, everything

a cold breath while the expression of the Pavilion

…

is about to begin, rest up. We will move

of white hair spoke. His presence alone seemed to give off a radiant Light Force energy that made others want