Dimensional Descent

Leonel dropped to the ground, a surging pain that started from his face radiating out to the rest of his body. He wanted to clench his teeth, but doing that only made things worse. He didn't even realize how many micro expressions relied on the stability of his jaw until this very moment.

He looked up and watched Edrym with a sharp gaze. Since he could control blood from outside of his body, then there was no telling if such an injury would be enough to kill him. For all Leonel knew, unless he could attack Edrym's soul directly, he wouldn't gain victory.

Luckily, things weren't so exaggerated. This didn't seem to be Edrym's choice either. The moment the tribulation sensed his 'death', it was over. His body began to shimmer, his spear falling to the ground.

"I haven't lost yet!" Edrym suddenly roared, realizing what was happening. By now, his casual demeanor had vanished and he was absolutely furious. It wasn't to the point that he looked like a madman, but he definitely couldn't hide his real thoughts anymore. "Dammit!"

Edrym's bronze gaze blazed as he looked toward Leonel. By now, the latter knew that he likely looked ridiculous. He couldn't even hold his own jaw up, a combination of saliva and blood pooling out under no control of his own. However, he still withstood the pain, closed his jaw, and grinned a bloody smile.

""Babye, have a nice trip."

Edrym's gaze turned malevolent, but Leonel's smile only grew brighter. It was only after Edrym vanished that he coughed, shaking his head. He had actually almost died in such a foolish way. Without his Ability Index, Edrym's speed of thought was naturally faster than his own just because of his Race, that made falling into traps a troublesome eventuality.

This was probably how others felt when they fought him, being several steps ahead of your opponent meant that even if their raw strength was greater than your own, much like Leonel's was here, your chances of winning were likely greater.

of truly just relying on nothing more than his talent and

struggled to his feet, shaking his

down and picked up Edrym's spear, fusing it to his own. At that moment, the world around him shifted and everything was surrounded by a blazing light. Leonel could feel that the pain wreaking havoc in

Up above, black lightning crackles and beneath him, black gravel crunched.

foot into it. However, where there should have been a spear, there was nothing at all. In addition, on the other side of the

this. He was absolutely certain that whatever was at the peak of this mountain should have been the spear that suppressed all others, but there was nothing here at all. But beyond that, he

turned around, but just as expected, all of the spears that he was used to were still there. This was definitely his Spear

answer. The missing paths must be in the rings of those enemies he fought in the tribulation. The only way to complete

his head

Ring in existence. If Leonel continued with that assumption, then it should be that the enemies he

the ability to send his consciousness back to fuse with a Primitive Man's. The tribulation was the same, just a

Leonel had his own theories about that. He felt like any Lineage Factor, affinity or Ability

he was correct or not, there was not, what was of core importance

the question

find the best Spearman across

fashion. It felt weird