Dimensional Descent

Leonel took a step, and his figure seemed to encompass the world for a moment. Behind him was his wife, fighting a battle that he couldn’t help her with. Before him were his brothers, holding off the frontline and blocking off all the rabble. He only had one job: deal with all those that they couldn’t deal with. He took another step and suddenly vanished. The eyes of Evergreen flashed with a dense green color that was much less emerald-like than his mother’s. It was dark, but not in a sinister way. Instead, it was more of a deep, floral green, one that one would see in a dense Amazonian forest. Wood Force soared through the air, and countless arms and palms descended. Leonel’s gaze flashed. He immediately noticed something that made his heart palpitate. The attacks of a God, even the simplest ones, all carried an air of mystery that most could never see through. It held a cadence that fused with the Laws of the world, humming along with them, hiding their intentions within their folds, and only breaking free of those restraints when it suited them. It was a hodgepodge of laws he recognized and ones that Evergreen had created herself. It was a sort of magical martial art that couldn’t be explained in just a few words. But if Leonel had to, it was as though they had incorporated Natural Force Arts into their very combat style. Against such existences, if you tried to have a normal battle, you could be crushed. Luckily, Leonel wasn’t normal. Even his own Dream Force wasn’t able to see through such a combat style. It was still at the Higher Creation State, after all. It wasn’t prepared to see through an Idol-supported battle style, Sovereign or not. However, Leonel wasn’t alone. He had the Life Tablet. It only took a single move of his intention for the Life Tablet to imprint this Natural Force Art. Its mysteries reflected in Leonel’s mind, and he expelled all other distracting thoughts. In one moment, it had felt like there was simply nowhere to dodge. In the next, Leonel’s spear flickered as he cut along the side of one of the many arms, slightly delaying its descent and splitting it in two. He weaved out of the way and struck out with his spear again. His body and his spear seemed to have formed a single unit. When his feet glided, so too did his spear. When his head swerved to the side, it would come with a slicing arc that left a trailing wake of flames, gold, and blackness in its wake. Afterimages of himself were left in series, and suddenly, there seemed to be just as many Leonels as there were palms in the skies. His mind didn’t seem overloaded in the slightest, and even with the pressure of the computation that was necessary, he still seemed capable of reading dozens of moves ahead, even against such a God. He realized by the thousandth exchange that precisely because of the battle style of the Gods, his Control Ability Index in combination with the Life Tablet was nothing short of their bane. TSSS. Leonel suddenly appeared high in the skies, swiping out his spear a single time, and yet causing thousands of slashing blades to erupt in a spherical storm. All the blade lights that he had released in the previous exchange seemed to linger in the air and then explode out at once, causing countless splintering strands of wood to blast apart. Leonel stood high in the skies, his hair billowing and his eyes carrying a fierce intent. Spear Dance. It seemed that he had already touched the threshold of Godhood long ago. Spear Dance was precisely a rudimentary method of how the Gods battled. It used a Force Art to gather together strands of Spear Force and erupt with a Force Manipulation level beyond his limits. However, Leonel hadn’t realized just how amazing it was for him to have thought of such a thing until this moment. And now, Spear Dance would play a completely different role. His spear tip trembled and then became completely still. He remembered just how steady his father’s blade always was, how it could face off against the Stars and the Laws of the World without shaking even the slightest bit. No matter how much power, no matter what the odds. Thrust forward. Two halo-bracelets appeared around Leonel’s wrists and suddenly expanded violently. Nothing would stop his blade. He pierced forward, and all the world’s spears seemed to howl in unison. God or not, the moment Leonel’s spear manifested, their own veered out of control, no longer listening to their commands. In this space, there could only be one spear master. SHUUUU! SHIIIIIIING! The spear light was too fast. It appeared before Goddess Evergreen in the blink of an eye, and she felt her heart skip a beat. She had put up several defenses, but they were either slow or torn apart like cheap pieces of paper. It was only when the spear light was already in front of her that she realized that Leonel had somehow reverse-engineered her battle style and struck forward with what she could only call an anti-Natural Force Art. One wreathed in Destruction. It could be said that in the entire world, this spear was the one thing that she couldn’t properly fight back against. She unleashed a delicate shout, and she realized that skill wasn’t going to cut it. If she couldn’t overwhelm Leonel through normal means, she could only use raw power. A twin pair of lotuses appeared in each one of her eyes, both rotating in opposite directions. A wooden lotus of hand appeared above and another appeared below her. One was formed of a heavy, hard, dark wood that looked almost black. The other was formed of a delicate soft wood that seemed to almost be a pale gold. The moment they appeared, a grinding energy rocked the world, and Evergreen struck out.