Dimensional Descent

Chapter 2676

[Thanks to Mr. Ham (3/6)]

With a tap of fingers, ripples echoed into the world.

Many were shocked. Was Leonel not going to take out a workbench?

In truth, Leonel had never really gotten used to using a workbench. Though, this was mostly his fault. Many of the situations he ended up Crafting in were open spaces like this one. Although he could have brought out his workbench, he never needed to.

He only used his workbench when he needed to completely focus on a task, one that stretched his abilities to the absolute limit. For example, he had never forged any one of his Divine Armors without the help of his workbench.

However... he felt that it was wholly unnecessary in this situation.

The workbench personally crafted by the Minerva Race had no reason to make an appearance here.

*Bloop

Little Tolly started off with such an innocent sound, and yet in a single instant it rose up like a roaring Eastern dragon, spiraling into the skies.

Leonel didn't ask the little guy to do this, but it seemed it had been provoked by Talon's display. It didn't interfere with Talon's lightning because it felt that this would ruin the spirit of the battle, but that didn't stop its head from growing so large that it looked as though it could swallow the city whole.

ROAR!

The Ores of Owlan Race's Bubble all shook. Mines rose and collapsed, the city walls cracking as though he would shatter a moment later.

tapped another

whirlwind, snapping so fast that booms that dwarfed

in that moment that Leonel was only

fingers were too agile, too quick. They seemed to be on a level all to their own, pushing

blue began to glow on his forearms as his Vital Star Force quickly followed up,

Cleansing Waters was far superior to any other

graphite sitting beside what looked like a lump of coal. The

upwards of five minutes to purify three Ores, while it had taken Leonel barely a second to purify just a

were far better at some tasks than others, especially depending on the Path they took... was it really meant to

when Leonel proceeded to do the same

away the impure lumps of goal

fingers continued to tap at the air as he brought out Force Quill... or what they should was supposed

a moment before forming into

and yet at the same time,

his Metal Spirit into his Divine Armor... why

could

a quill. Every one of his strokes rang through the world like Spear Dance, as though a Natural Force Art

exactly what

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