Dimensional Descent

Leonel held his hands out and the earth rolling in the skies fell like a rain of meteors. Fire wrapped around them like a vortex and suddenly the dark and gloomy in-between world became lit ablaze.

Grimm unleashed a roar, three glaives appearing in his hands. The one he used with his main body was the largest, having a polearm of over two meters and a curved blade of an entire meter on its own.

The ones his floating hands held were smaller, but only relatively so. They moved with an added nimbleness, dancing through the air with the agility of an assassin's short sword.

He seemed to form a formation all by himself, a rolling wave of glaive blades filling the skies and crisscrossing with menace as they faced off against the falling meteors.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A rain of rock fell. Grimm's entire body felt like it was on fire, the effort it had taken was beyond what it should have. He didn't understand how earth that was so tough could be so easily controlled by someone like this...

His eyes suddenly widened.

Leonel appeared before the man like a ghost, his spear dancing through the wind as though gliding upon its coattails. And much like the wind, it felt ubiquitous and omnipresent, appearing exactly where it was needed and suffocating all those that wanted to avoid it.

Grimm's eyes practically glazed over, his heart skipping several beats. It was the most beautiful spear he had ever seen.

Leonel had spent a long time as a layman of the spear. There was even a point in his life where even Amery dared to say that he didn't deserve to wield a spear at all.

Leonel however, could dazzle the

the initiative with some space. However, he felt his movements suddenly become sluggish as Leonel's own accelerated. It was as though the friction in the air

that he was in the middle of a Domain of sorts. The Universal Force cascading down from

use Universal Force. No, it was more accurate to say that he was unable to use Universal Force that could actually impact his combat strength at

of most powerhouses of the Complete Worlds. Even youths found it extremely difficult. Aina herself didn't battle a single

anomaly in more ways than this man

silvery bronze mask that covered Leonel's face grinned

of silver wiggled and pierced out in the air, Force Arts appearing in the skies once more. But this was on a completely different level entirely. It felt like a God of

BANG!

air fissured and Grimm was instantly overwhelmed. He tried to circulate his Force, but once again, he found that it was incredibly sluggish and didn't move the way he wanted

flickering with a white-silvery light. The blades of his glaives came together in a tri-tip and swung down as one. The blade

sent flying back. He landed heavily on the tips of his toes, but as though he was pushing

his lips as his eyes snapped up. He looked

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matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see an excessive amount of strength coming from this youth. Staying here would do him no

did he even have the strength to break through another Bubble? But

Grimm,