Dimensional Descent

Regnier didn't respond, immediately launching into an assault.

Leonel chuckled and glided backward, slipping out of the grip of Regnier's whirlwind of Dream Force turned Wind Force as though it wasn't there.

"If you want to win, you're going to have to stop disrespecting Dream Force like that. Are you really a Pavilion Head?"

Regnier didn't respond. He could feel that this young man was trying to humiliate him on purpose. He had little care for his face, for his status, and it was annoying, more annoying than anything Burul had ever said to him.

It caused him to use Dream Force as Wind Force for maybe much longer than he should have. Logically, he had already fought Leonel before; he should know that using Dream Force like this in front of him was useless. But the words poked at a clear sore spot, causing the supposedly calm Pavilion Head to feel a bit defiant.

Leonel suddenly stopped running, and his spear flickered through the air. A 200% amplification rolled off of him in waves, suddenly forming organized lines of Spear Force that twisted through the air.

The battle erupted, and in an instant, Regnier's body was filled with bloody wounds.

The Spiritual's eyes widened, but Leonel had already stopped his strikes.

"Is that all you have? Show me something, Spiritual."

Leonel's spear spun in his palms before snapping into place, the blade pointing right at Regnier's nose. A battle intent blazed from Leonel, a swirling mass of golden Dream Force becoming countless arrows fueled by Bow Force in the skies.

Regnier's green irises shimmered. The strength of Leonel's spear was a tier beyond what it had been before. When they first met, they could only leave light scratches, but now...

His breathing became a hint erratic, his azure hair fluttering in the wind.

faster than before. A sword appeared in his hands, pulled from his back and shimmering with the markings of a treasure of this world. However,

flurry of strikes painting the skies. The clouds split beneath

of this Spiritual wasn't shallow in

one of Leonel's spear strikes carried an Artistic Conception, and when that conception was fueled by his Dream Force,

Heaviness, then from the light pitter-patter of a light rain to a heavy downpour

a youth with this level of skill with a weapon; it felt truly

the dance

in a cage. Lines of silvery-gold Spear Force drew meteors across the air,

as it hit him like a

Quasi Life State Force, he had two... no, he had

stood on end as he

How was that possible?!

enveloping around him. One aspect of his mind turned his attention toward using Dream Force as it was meant to, the wind becoming nothing but a support to increase his

the thought he

the perfect experimental subjects for the God Beasts because their potential could be branched into

new branch or clan of demons all on their own. As for Nomads, they were capable of absorbing all

their foundation built upon mimicry

fall into the same categories; there were even some God Races

humans, and that was rooted in how typically un-special they were. Ironically, it

were the simplest of the