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!

attack, but the smile slowly fading from his eyes as his mind began to

distance. Taking advantage of the range, he

with an exceptionally long

swung his hammer at Leonel's arm, imagining the scene of it

at all. His arm flashed with Light Force and Talon swung through

flickered. But in a swift motion, he used the momentum of his swing hammer to likewise pivot to the side,

BANG! BANG! BANG!

that neither seemed to be able

analytical abilities were on a different tier

other seemed to be able to peer into the future, reading and reacting

far above Talon's, but it was more by design

of skill into his attacks because he could

with wild strength and

his body read

of the Regulator, this

though...

he felt that his Control

by instinct, and the other was by

the Barbarian Race and incorporated it into a Natural Force

used his Dream Force

step forward, and a crown bloomed above his head as robes danced into

this once before..." Leonel

Natural Force Art bloomed with every

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

a battle of Crafting, you stand no chance

voice echoed

be everywhere, a single strike seemingly capable of appearing in