BANG!

Fury burst through the surface of the water, looking toward Leonel seriously.

"Who are you?"

Leonel's response was a spear strike.

Fury's pupils constricted into pinholes, his body seizing. It felt like he was facing the simplest spear he had in his entire life, and yet it had blocked off all his paths of retreat.

He couldn't fathom how anyone could have such skill in the spear.

The Barbarian Race wasn't known for their skill to begin with. They focused on overwhelming power and used their omniscience to make up the gap.

However, that didn't mean they couldn't understand skill when they saw it..

And it also didn't mean that barbarianism wasn't its own type of skill... just in a different form.

Fury knew that he couldn't meet this strike. He immediately accelerated into a retreat.

Leonel's spear came to a stop just a meter from him, but blood still split his forehead in two, a shallow wound cracking open.

Leonel shook his head.

In truth, Leonel knew that his largest disadvantage in this world was the short time he had spent practicing.

Even back in the Dimensional Verse, he was always playing catch-up. Again and again, he came across people who had far more experience than himself.

He had only entered this world when he was 18 years old and it had been less than 10 years since then... at least in real time spent outside of Zones.

However, now he had suddenly clawed back 10 years and had spent much of the time diligently polishing his fundamentals.

His

he had done so with a better understanding of how to progress and what this world expected

things

that he

again, and

backward, trying to rush away, but every time another hole would

every step Leonel took forward

humans shone so brightly it

of the Barbarian Race members Leonel had come across had a

And it showed.

beneath the God Realm, Leonel didn't believe that anyone without a

nothing else, just

had come here for a great battle, only

his new Dream Force

the Barbarian Race that

he couldn't deny that he

"WAIT!" Fury roared.

right through his

mouthful of blood.

his spear and chopped his head

feel like listening about who he had offended and what

aware of

He just didn't care.

a stomp of his foot, the rest of the Natural

the Cloud Race is finished...

shook his head and

checked what the Life Tablet wanted him to do

that the Spirituals and Human Race were far too similar. The difference only seemed to be a matter of soul, and it was also in large part because of this that he didn't dare to confirm what race Fox's fourth

that he

the Spirituals only required helping the humans to evolve. In fact, the two could be

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