Dimensional Descent

The eloquent noble Rapax, Xenothrall, looked at Leonel with narrowed eyes.

"The warriors of the Rapax do not fake battles."

"Is that so?" Leonel sneered. He raised a finger and then pointed down toward the Overlord Sea God.

Just when everyone thought he was going to threaten the Sea Gods as well, several Force Arts appeared around him in quick succession. At that moment, the Sea Gods from the previous battles all appeared, one after another.

They looked around in confusion, not quite understanding how they had suddenly appeared here.

BANG!

Leonel leapt up and landed in the arena below.

"You. Fight me," Leonel said coldly.

He pointed at the Sixth Dimensional Sea God that fought in the first battle. He was indifferent and his tone didn't seem to assume it was a suggestion.

Xenothrall's frown deepened.

The Sea God noble by his side seemed to finally understand what was going to happen. He opened his mouth to say something, but it was then Leonel suddenly looked at him, his gaze flashing with a hidden purple light beneath the deep hazel.

"This isn't your place to speak. So I would suggest you shut your mouth, or I will kill you."

At that moment, the Sea God Overlord took this chance to take action. Insulting his liege was more than enough of a sin, and no one would look down on him for doing so.

These people were so easy to

Leonel's palm. When this spear

felt like something was calling out to them, as though the person standing

relied on close combat alone, this wasn't because they hated weapons or didn't have a deep weapon inheritance. It was rather because of all the Races,

to use weapons, and it took a lifetime of blood, sweat and tears to be acknowledged with the right

Rapax had a reverence for the humanoids who created Weapon Forces that went beyond any other. In their culture, these were the true Gods of the

to something primal within them. Even having only seen it for a moment, they acknowledged it from the bottom

same one that the Rapax

bones in his hand and arm. But now, it was as light

no different from a rod. But quickly, it formed the blade of a glaive. The black fog took shape and let out a resonant

as Leonel turned back to the

world resonating with him. It was as though the Rapax Domain was already prepared to be

neither did suppress the feeling. Even so, because he felt that his

Leonel might as well have been a crawling snail compared to

Unless they saw him die before their eyes, they seemed to always believe

Glaive and trident clashed.

Leonel's blade, but it was entirely for show. Even with Glaive Force active, he was entirely able to ignore

parried the

flew and rippling waves cut across the sand of

forced to unleash their strength to protect themselves. If they didn't, all of them

the weaker ones were still shattered