Dimensional Descent

Leonel's gaze sharpened, striking out with two palms, one right before him and the other to his left.

While some have fallen to their knees, another contingent had chosen to attack directly instead. It was clear that these individuals weren't of one mind, and he still couldn't understand what language they were speaking. All he knew was that they seemed to be thoroughly enraged by his mere existence.

A jolt of pain shot through Leonel's arms, causing his pupils to constrict.

These people, he was sure that they weren't at his level. How were they so strong?

Leonel's hips pivoted, his approach changing in the blink of an eye. From a direct approach, his movements became like flowing water, diverting the strength of the two that had attacked him off to his sides.

His weight shifted, his elbow driving down toward the head of one as they lost their balance and stumbled forward.

A sickening crack resounded, but the jolt that traveled up Leonel's arm caused his body to shiver, resulting in him almost missing the timing to attack the second individual.

He instigated Dream Sense into action, splitting the sensation the millions of ways and dulling to the point his body's initial reaction whittled down to nearly nothing.

Taking advantage of his recovery and his shift of momentum to a single leg, he lifted his other foot, ramming his shin into the nose of the second stumbling warrior.

of blood followed another sickening crack. Just as quickly, they both crumpled to the ground, causing those that had chosen to kneel to cower even

knew just how much pressure he had been under just now. The strength of these people was no less than his own, it was just that his own technique was far more refined than their own and his ability to adapt and

if the two of them ganged up on him. And, even if he could fight them one on one, he would very quickly find himself in an all out

more direct style and implemented concepts of Gentle into his movements. If not, he had been very close to suffering just now. Even if his bones didn't fracture, his shoulders

the pressure of the Sixth Dimension from these people. But, from what he knew of the Dimensional Verse, unless you were an astounding genius of the other Races, there was no way someone in the Fifth Dimension could have put him in such

while still being in the Fifth Dimension. And that was just raw strength. Truthfully, Leonel didn't think he could possibly lose to some at the same strength. Part of the reason was likely because of the arrogance Aina had spoken about him having,

his thoughts had never really changed. If it came down to a matter of life and death where he could go all out, and he actually had

was something that

these few individuals,

were probably in the Fifth Dimension? But they actually

they are at all…. I

had an issue with telling someone's Dimension so long as they were close to his own or beneath him. Even for those far above, it

human,

By now, he didn't even need to use language translation treasures anymore because picking up a new language for him had become far easier, especially since the highest

what he was used to, his mind had become fast enough to pick