Dimensional Descent

Leonel punched out with the momentum of the world to his back.

The Golddark brothers reacted instantly, setting aside their disagreement and punching out in unison to meet Leonel's.

Their fists never even connected. The sheer pressure of Leonel's punch snapped their wrists and broke their forearms in three.

Pain twisted their features as they were blown backward.

Leonel reached out a palm to his side, forming a spear of Emulation Star Force, Bronze Aura and Ethereal Star Force.

The two brothers spiraled through the air, their hearts leaping into their throats. As geniuses of the Void Palace, they made their decision instantly. They had to bring out everything.

They roared in unison, their skin beginning to glow with a dark gold glow as a twin pair of dark golden rivers took shape. The manifestation of the Golddark Lineage Factor roared like snaking dragons, the crashing waves causing the ground to rumble.

The two coated their broken arms in a layer of this molten dark gold and landed heavily on the ground at once. They hadn't been able to trade for their weapons after completing just a single challenge. Even so, they quickly formed a saber for each one of them, manipulating their dark gold rivers. Almost the instant they finished, their eyes widened. Despite their fast reactions, Leonel's spear was already before them.

They both crossed their sabers across their bodies.

CLANG! CLANG!

Their sabers exploded on contact, the integrity of their odd molten Force completely unable to hold up.

Their arms were flung to the side of their bodies, parried away and completely exposing their chests.

a step, Leonel appeared above them. The two could barely see his eyes through the visor of his armor, but they felt a strong tide of

trembled just once and he pierced

PCHU! PCHU!

throats were

not the slightest hint of mercy, not the slightest pause. He had already given his warning. From this moment onward, every

landed on the aura, billowing Vital Star Force jetting

would maybe never forget. The first geniuses had fallen so

"NO!"

wasn't because Bamun caught her and held her back, she may very well have succeeded. However, in return for such a thing, Ossenna seemed to have completely lost her mind, lashing out at Bamun

clothing was matted in blood instantly. Although he wasn't anywhere near dead, or even threatened, as an expert deep within the Seventh Dimension herself, if

was already dark, but seeing that Ossenna didn't seem to have any intention of stopping any time soon, he only became

an Ancestor of the Golddark Organization stepped forward, tapping

white and she collapsed, but her shrieks still

"... The Divine Armor..."

"Life Grade..."

Ancestors couldn't take their lives

this ridiculous matter into context, the only people in their family that had Life Grade Divine Armors were them... Only Ancestors who had stepped into the Eighth

Velasco, he was the one and only anomaly, there had

was in the

would all just assume that Velasco had been a madman and forged Leonel's Divine Armors for him. In that case, what would be impressive wasn't Leonel's skill, but rather the fact that his body could withstand a Life Grade Divine Armor in

with a Divine Armor, one had to have intimate familiarity with it. This was why you had to forge