Dimensional Descent

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 father hadn't given him [Final Destruction] until after his death, so he had been flying blind on

only regained so much time, but he had done so with a better understanding of how to progress and what this world expected

things

could only be said that he had truly become a

flickered again,

trying to rush away, but every time another hole would appear in

was walked down, and every step Leonel took forward was another

the advantage of humans shone so brightly

exchange for their high talent, not a single one of the Barbarian Race

And it showed.

God Realm, Leonel didn't believe that anyone without a Creation State Force could

nothing else,

had come here for a great battle, only to be

of his new Dream Force path,

put so much effort into Respecting the Barbarian Race that it seemed he had

couldn't deny

"WAIT!" Fury roared.

spear didn't pause, piercing right

a mouthful of blood.

pulled out his spear

he had offended and what the consequences would be. He had had

of who

He just didn't care.

of his foot, the rest of the Natural Force

the Cloud Race is finished...

his head and

Tablet wanted him to do to solve the latter, he almost couldn't

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

didn't expect that he

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