Dimensional Descent

Leonel fell heavily from the ground. Although it sometimes looked as though the two were flying, the reality was that their leg strength was just so strong that they could clash as much in mid-air as they did on the ground.

Landing with a bang, Leonel casually swept his spear out. He didn't even look like he had shed even a single bead of sweat, his clothing just as immaculate as it had been before and his cold smile in his eyes not fading in the slightest.

"If this is all you have, why did you bother to stand before me? Did you think that 20 years was really enough for the likes of you to catch up to me?"

Leonel's words caused the hearts of those in the surroundings to tremble. He was eight Tiers beneath Conon. He had lost 20 years of effort due to the time dilation. Conon had all the advantages on his side. And yet, none of it seemed to matter in the slightest.

In the distance, Conon slowly rose to his feet. Despite the solid nature of Leonel's kick, he didn't seem injured in the slightest, and that was because he wasn't. Leonel's kick had done nothing more than humiliate him, and yet it stung more than even if a hole had been ripped through his chest.

Standing to his full height, Conon's eyes locked onto Leonel who was slowly walking toward him.

"Alright. If that's what you want, let's do it."

The sound of clanging armor resounded and golden Force solidified all around Conon. Piece by piece, they connected to one another, forming a radiant armor that alternated between bestial furs and metal.

Conon's arms flared outward as his gaze became even more dull.

At that moment, the hairs on the back of Leonel's neck rose to attention. It didn't feel like he was being looked at by a human any longer. It was as though the Conon he knew had vanished, only to be replaced by an apex predator.

Conon vanished, appearing before Leonel with a fist that could collapse mountains. The golden Force around his knuckles took the shape of a roaring lion, the imprint shattering the ground it glided above as it appeared before Leonel's face.

eyes narrowed,

BANG!

blow, and yet he was still forced to

into the air,

elbows, knees, he flowed from one style to the next seamlessly. He didn't seem like he

predicting his next movement was almost impossible

'This Style…'

lack of skill was nowhere to be

spear spun

Swift.

was almost impossible to track with the naked eye. He seemed to embody more than just the word, the world resonated, fusing

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

out Swift

level, one that made Valor and the other spearman in the crowd watch on with heavy breaths. They could feel their spears trembling within

with this being so, there was no doubt to those that could see what was happening clearly that Leonel

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

flexing with such force that the tip of his golden spear trembled fiercely, causing one attack

and it was much too late for it to change trajectories, so instead, he fluidly flowed from a fist attack into an elbow strike, using the larger area of

that, Leonel flowed into a new stance as well, his pierce becoming a sweep upward that perfectly chained into the butt of his

trembled, a violent surge of force travelling through. An odd resonating feeling caused his entire body to tremble, his stoic expression giving way to a warped visage. He coughed out a

simply used the momentum of his first strike to spin his spear in the counter direction, swatting Conon's claw