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.

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

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 react was far

Leonel would have lost 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

Leonel had shifted from his more direct style and implemented concepts of Gentle into his movements. If not,

from what he knew of the Dimensional

the Fifth Dimension. And that was just raw strength. Truthfully, Leonel didn't think

beaten up by her moments later, 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 intentions of winning, he felt that someone would have to be in the Seventh Dimension, at least, to make him truly

trump card, his mind, was something that most simply

easily defeated these few individuals, their strength

the Fifth Dimension? But they actually had

tell what Dimension they are at all…. I

as they were close to his own or beneath him. Even for those far above, it wasn't too difficult to guess

human, why can't I

that baffled Leonel. 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

a little different from what he was used to, his mind had become fast enough to pick up on the