Dimensional Descent

Leonel asked himself a very simple question. What was the measure of success in this place in the rawest terms? He was able to find the answer by making one simple assumption: the goal of this first phase was to swallow Beast Crystals and strengthen yourself.

With that assumption made, the answer was obvious. The measure of success was how many beasts you could kill.

In that case, what Leonel had to do was even more obvious: kill as many beasts as he could, and even more ideally than that, kill them all!

This was where the importance of the fact that this place was finite came into place. The fact that there was a finite amount of space meant that there was a finite number of beasts.

And if there was a finite number of beasts, then logically, to perfectly clear this region, one had to kill every last one of them.

So then the question became how could Leonel use his unique advantages to force this end result?

Due to these lines of thought, Leonel ended up in this situation, bleeding from head to toe, still lacking any sort of defenses outside of his own flesh and bone, and wielding a spear so dull it could only rely on his Spear Force to give it an edge.

After finding a good region near the force field barrier, Leonel drew a Force Art with his Spear Force that could mimic a Force Eruption. And now, he was paying dearly for it.

Leonel drew in heavy breaths, but his grip on his spear didn't slacken. After dodging the claw, he stepped outside of the tiger beast's body and his arm clamped it down to his torso.

When the tiger beast tried to twist its head toward him to bite his head off he sent a powerful punch at its long teeth while still holding onto his spear, shattering them.

his grip and pierced right through the

fierce kick, sending the tiger's body sprawling toward the next

wave after the next back. His crowd control was immaculate as he hacked them down

the Silver Empire's inheritance had made to his body were still there. There were still countless more folds in his heart, several more blood vessels carrying oxygen through his body, and

one or two on one, he definitely wouldn't be the first to

He fell into a complete rhythm and his blade strikes seemed to paint a picture across the skies, his

the beasts didn't seem to echo any longer. The melody of

Leonel could no longer rely on Dream Class to execute his grandfather's way of the spear. This was why he hadn't used Swift or Forceful, or any of the

more accurately, he had come to realize that the part of his brain that the Spear Domain Lineage Factor had modified to be more in tune with the spear had saved

the luxury to. His mind wasn't currently running fast enough to think and scheme in the middle of battle and he had

just how much instinct

than a single strike to shatter the Life Force

needing it to his back. His spear became faster and faster, and for a moment, in the back of his head,

man wasn't even a tenth as

spear crown shone with a fiercer and fiercer

aim for the enormous eye sockets of the beasts before him. And yet, their nigh indestructible coats of fur were shredded like wet paper beneath his blade

flew and heads spun, mournful cries echoing through

skies like a river of flowing crimson blood. Everywhere he passed, another beast would fall, and then