Dimensional Descent

Leonel punched out, his action being followed by a sharp whistling sound. He could feel the wind stacking up against knuckles, his punching speed too fast for the particles to get out of the way any faster. If he pushed just a measure faster, he was certain that he'd be able to shatter the sound barrier, a feat that would be shocking considering the fact that this was an Eighth Dimensional world.

With a thought, a clone of Leonel appeared, however the original Leonel didn't use it immediately. Instead, he continued filling it to the brim with solid Spatial Force, making it harder and more robust.

Then, without moving an inch, Leonel allowed the clone punch him with all the force it could muster.

BANG!

The sound reached Leonel long after the punch landed on his chest. Vicious winds kicked up and his hair was sent flying backward with such force that it even looked as though it wanted to rip away from his scalp.

As usual, Leonel's hair grew a great deal after practicing his Metal Body, but even so, he had long since cut it down to size once more. Even still, the effects were so exaggerated.

However, Leonel didn't move a single inch.

His skin seemed to ripple with a formless energy and with a BANG!, the clone he had taken so long to form shattered into pieces before his eyes, unable to withstand the strike at all.

lightly to

a clone, its strength wasn't something that could be casually dealt with. In fact, it was

but they had a certain offensive quality to

headache to face and Leonel had only defeated her originally by outsmarting her. Considering how many decades of training

only reflect a portion of an enemy's strike relying solely on the abilities of his body, but this was where the beauty of his Tier 4 Control Ability Index came into

and his absolute control over every aspect himself, even does to the individual

control, Leonel could take advantage of his Metal Body's innately water-like characteristics to redirect the flow of energy

Bronze Aura, to redirect the force he experienced. Like this, he was able

the key word was

almost any Force or attack, Leonel could only do so with physical attacks. In addition, said physical attacks had to be

even attacks that could technically be classified as piercing would still be ultimately blunt in his eyes. If

could still convert whatever impact they had against

this state, Leonel

now, his naked body exuded a perpetual bronzed glow. It made others feel as though he was wreathed in

also seemed to exude its own pale