Dimensional Descent

Chapter 1689

Leonel turned around and looked up to find Erlan looking down at him. The height difference was striking despite the fact the latter looked as though he just might be blown over by a strong gust of wind any time now.

"Need something?" Leonel asked with a smile.

"The White Lion Bow, return it."

Erlan's voice was quite soft, and despite the words he spoke, he even sounded quite shy. He sounded decades younger than he really was, almost like a prepubescent boy. But by a different token, his voice wasn't particularly high pitched either. It was just a very odd feeling to give off for someone who was so tall.

Leonel's smile, though, didn't fade when he heard this.

"Even if I placed the bow right here, would you even be able to pick it up? Don't you think it would be embarrassing if I planted the bow right in the middle of your Archery Faction and see how long it stayed in place?"

Hearing Leonel's words, fury danced in the eyes of the spectators. Leonel was smiling, but whether it was his words or the intentions behind them, both were incredibly vicious.

If Leonel left the White Lion Bow here as he was asked and none were able to gain its acknowledgment, how embarrassing would that be for their Faction as a whole? They had already been lagging behind the Spear and Sword Factions for centuries and were only just starting to slowly catch up thanks to the existence of Nazag and the other Tarius family geniuses. But if this happened now, how hard of a blow would it be?

"This isn't something you need to worry about," Erlan responded. "Return the bow."

Leonel continued to smile as he opened his mouth.

"Piss off."

with a smile on their face, he didn't even seem to

moment, Erlan's expression darkened, though it was difficult to tell considering how black the bags under his

you sure that's

it was smart to get this close to a spearman when your main weapon is

He could do nothing as watched those fingers touch chest, a

BANG!

Erlan's chest, through his ribs, ravaging his lungs and shattering his shoulder blade on the way out. The residual pressure was so strong that he shot backward even faster than he had come, sheering past the crowd and landing against

didn't so much as tremble, leaving Erlan's body to take the

Lion Bow through inscrutable methods. But 20 years

don't actually know much about the White Lion Bow or its history. What I do know is that it's a present from someone I care quite a bit about and that's reason enough for me to not return it

is that even if I didn't

dancing with white-gold

bow this beautiful to rot for

back and

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