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.

of that, it had to be remembered that he was quite aimless for much of the time. His father hadn't given him [Final

so with a better understanding of how to

these two things came to a

be said that he had

wrist flickered again,

accelerate backward, trying to rush away, but every time another

every step Leonel took forward was another on

humans shone so brightly it was

their high talent, not a single one of the Barbarian Race members Leonel had come across had a Creation

And it showed.

anyone without a

there's nothing else,

great battle, only to be

his new Dream Force

much effort into Respecting the Barbarian Race that it seemed he

couldn't deny that he had

"WAIT!" Fury roared.

right

coughed up a mouthful of blood. "... have

out his spear

who he had offended and

well aware of

He just didn't care.

stomp of his foot, the rest of the Natural Force Art was shattered and the currents of

the Cloud Race is

shook his head

checked what the Life Tablet wanted him to do to solve the latter, he

thought once before 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

expect that he was

only required helping the humans to evolve. In fact, the

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