Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked down at Talon and then smiled.

"You've lost weight," he said with a chuckle.

Talon's gaze flashed with red.

He truly had. He had been a burly man, proud of iron belly and rippling muscles. But right now, he looked like a skeleton painted in loose skin. Chains flashed in and out of existence on him, and his own blood pooled down his body every time he tried to pull on more and more of his true strength.

He had been in the Incomplete World for too short a time and his comprehension couldn't compare to Leonel's, on top of the fact his Demi-God constitution and Dimensional level were above the latter's as well.

Even so, despite the smile on his face, Leonel still felt like he was staring into the maw of a giant.

This would be his first battle with a true Demi-God, and he could already feel the pressure.

Red tattoos flashed over Talon's body, and his hammers flashed with lightning.

One hammer was long and had a head as large as his body. It seemed to have grown in size once again. Wild arcs of lightning bolted around it.

The second was smaller and was the very one he used to Craft.

Standing there, despite the weakness of his body, he truly seemed to be the reincarnation of a war god risen from the dead.

His red runes flashed again, and he vanished.

Leonel's gaze narrowed. 'Fast.'

He side stepped, not reacting to Talon's burst of action, but rather its precursors. If he waited for Talon to move first, he would be too slow.

He could feel the aura of a Tier 4 from Talon, the radiant suppression of a Seventh Dimension existence blooming forth.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

with skill, his wrists trembling after every attack, but the smile slowly fading from his eyes as his mind

distance. Taking advantage of the

exceptionally long pole

arm, imagining the scene of it erupting into shards of

His arm flashed with Light Force and

momentum of his swing hammer

BANG! BANG! BANG!

neither

analytical abilities were on a different tier

to be able to peer into the future, reading and reacting before it

point that his skill might be far above

a great amount of skill into his attacks because he

warrior, with wild strength and a fearless

body read and react as

the Regulator, this would

this clairvoyance, though... Leonel was

that his Control Ability Index

by instinct, and the other was by

runes that covered the Barbarian Race and incorporated it into a Natural

then used his Dream Force

and a crown bloomed above his head as robes danced into being on his body, fluttering in the

once before..." Leonel said

skies and an incomplete Natural Force Art bloomed with every

For every ten strikes of Leonel's that hit air or were blocked by

in a battle of Crafting, you stand no chance at

echoed

leaving shadows in the air that blotted out the skies. His blade seemed to be everywhere, a single strike seemingly capable