Dimensional Descent

The hearts of the various Ancestors palpitated. That strike… That strike…

Why did they feel like it was so dangerous?

It was the kind of strike they were confident they could deal with, but it was also the kind of strike they felt that if they were too casual with, they would be forced to suffer a small loss. It could most definitely draw blood. How was that possible?!

At that moment, Leonel's words from a month ago echoed in their minds once again. Indeed… If they had allowed him to step into the Seventh Dimension, where would the suspense be?!

Right before their eyes, Leonel had gone from Tier 7 to Tier 8, and then Tier 9 just 20 minutes later. It should have taken years to cross barriers of the Sixth Dimension. Leonel had given the others a 20 year head start and most of them had only barely stepped into Tier 1 of the Seventh Dimension! Watching a man go through two Tiers in not even an hour… How could they accept this?!

What made it worse is how Leonel broke through. This confirmed to them all that it was simply impossible for him to have taken the Conventional Path. Leonel had obviously used comprehension to breakthrough, and that wasn't possible with the Conventional Path which was entirely about tempering the body. He would have needed to consume some resources before he could break through, but they had all been watching him, he had clearly not consumed anything.

For one's comprehension to be so strong… Could even the likes of Cynthia and Velasco compare?

Velasco wasn't even 30 years old when he entered the Seventh Dimension, just like Leonel. However, what no one realized was that Leonel didn't even know what Dimensions were until he was 18 years old whereas Velasco had been born and raised in the Morales family. It was simply impossible to compare these two things.

He had to die.

…

it felt good. With that strike alone, he had reached the Fourth Layered State, just a step away from the Impetus Stage. It had to be remembered that the Impetus Stage was the requirement for entering the

However, Leonel wasn't complacent.

converging them into one. The process of drawing the Force Art currently shrinking beneath his feet right now wasn't small. At the moment, it took over 10 000 strokes of his spear to reach this perfect

or so. This wasn't very long normally, but a lot could happen in a battle, the most obvious of which would be his ritual being interrupted.

Spear Force. If he improved to a Seventh Dimensional Spear Force now, he would only be able to touch the Third Layered State with this spear dance. And Leonel had no intention of

was good

at the limit of the Third Layer, individually more powerful than almost any other technique he had. This meant that while he was accumulating, it wasn't as though he couldn't threaten

news. Leonel wasn't quite sure how to translate this to

place and draw his bowstring, he would be a sitting duck. When would he have the time to stand around for five minutes in battle

actually surpassed his archery at

there was

The first was simplifying the Force Art, the second was strengthening it. Decreasing the number of lines for the

This one was particularly overbearing, it was like a beast rampaging within its cage and pulling against its chains, roaring when it finally made its way