Dimensional Descent

Derrion had the robust and stout figure all the men of the Lio family seemed to share. His aura was brazen and his presence arrogant. However, between Conon and Gunter, he seemed to be far more like the latter in that his disposition was quite untalkative and uncaring. If it wasn't for the given situation and the fact he truly did not recognize Leonel, he wouldn't have even bothered to say so much.

But as things stood now, Leonel wasn't in a very talkative mood. He continued to walk forward, his left in hand Aina's right, and his own right hand still raised into the air.

With a gentle tap, the wind rippled once again, a spiral of golden Spear Force manifesting like swirling rays of light that formed a vacuum in the air before speeding forward like a bullet out of a gun.

Derrion's eyes narrowed.

When in the presence of a dense Anarchic Force, attacking from a distance was incredibly difficult. This was why archers were among the absolutely strongest experts the Void Palace had on hand purely due to their being better equipped than others to deal with these challenges.

To attack from a distance using not Bow Force, but Spear Force, was an absolutely rare concept.

Although the distance that separated the two of them was no more than eight to ten meters, it was still enough of a gap to be insurmountable to most. Under normal circumstances, at least 80% of the Void Palace's disciples would have to close this distance in hopes of entering a bout of close combat. So just from Leonel's actions alone, Derrion had already concluded that he wasn't normal.

It also had to be taken into consideration that distance was a relative matter. The higher you were in Dimensions, the more even seemingly large distances were completely irrelevant.

In a pinnacle Seventh Dimensional world like this one, eight to ten meters to a Fifth Dimensional existence was a large one. But to a Sixth Dimensional existence, it was already worth no more than a single step. If not for Anarchic Force, it would be a pitiful gap.

only made Derrion's

shot out a powerful punch, his thoughts not impeding the speed of

light, the speed of his fist suddenly accelerating

BANG!

sound of

DONG! DONG! DONG!

backward. The echoing of his footsteps filled

the most optimal range for himself. The former had weakened itself

Derrion's retreat, only to be cut down to 10 again by Leonel's slow

that made it feel more like he was facing a towering behemoth as opposed to a young male

heartbeat slowed and his blood ran cold for a moment before a rush of golden Force rushed through his veins,

across his forehead and his body growing a size as his muscles bulged. At the same time, his wild golden hair fluttered wildly, truly becoming

CLANG! CHINK! PSSS!

as Derrion's God Runes and golden Force fused into one, manifesting into a radiant defense that seemed one part beast fur and another part refined white-gold metal. However, regardless of which

alone shimmered as bright as stars, radiating out with a light so blinding that it seemed to split the

together, a rippling Force of gold