Dimensional Descent

Blood dripped down Leonel’s body, mixing with his sweat and the blood of his previous enemies. The spear in his hand fluctuated between different forms, seemingly all on its own. Sometimes it was highly flexible, reaching a length of over three meters. But at other times, it was stocky and solid, so rigid at two meters that it could hold up a mountain without bending in the slightest. Sometimes, it was even so short that it looked as though it should only be in the hands of a child.

The Bear Beastman looked at the spear, his gaze narrowing as his whiskers whipped back and forth beneath his hot breath.

The Beastman was still surprised that it had been sent here for the sake of a human.

As a God Race, when had they ever taken Humans seriously? So why was the Idol Battlefield doing so?

However, seeing that fluctuating spear, the Beastman felt danger. His animalistic instincts made his hair stand on end, and his five-meter-tall body crouched slightly.

Given his already ridiculous height, he towered over Leonel. And though he had bent over now, the increase to the volume of his fur made him somehow seem even larger.

A heavy spear rested in his thick hands, veins pulsing with semi-golden blood running up the back of his hands and his forearm.

Although he was a bear man, much of his lower half seemed human. It was just that he was covered in dense hair that made it seem like he had fur.

Leonel, however, never paused his steps.

Even when he noticed the Beastman, he continued to move forward, his spear fluctuating between its various states as though he was trying to decide which path to take.

Then he suddenly vanished.

The Beastman reacted quickly, swinging down his spear at the same time.

BANG!

Leonel found his knees almost collapsing beneath him. The strength of a Beastman wasn’t to be underestimated. The strength of one that was in a hyper state of focus and attentiveness was on a level even higher than just that.

However, their spears only met for a brief instant before Leonel’s spear struck out in the same spot another nine consecutive times with a wrist vibration so fast that it looked like he had never changed his stance at all.

From a dominant position, the Beastman felt as though Leonel slowly overwhelmed his power, and then suddenly, the Beastman was on his back foot, his spear shooting into the air almost over his head.

However, at the same time, Leonel was still forced to take a step back, his arms and wrists trembling.

Leonel’s foot planted itself into the ground, and he shot forward again.

A battle erupted between the two, and Leonel’s style seemed to change time and time again.

Suddenly, the Beastman felt as though he was being sucked into a vortex of footwork. His spear became like a magnet against Leonel’s, but every time he wanted to overwhelm the latter with power, his spear would vibrate, and he would suddenly find himself repelled.

Had the Beastman done more than overwhelm his opponents with a shocking amount of power, he would have already noticed that Leonel was subtly beginning to fuse together the aspects of the previous challenges.

But when the Beastman had faced off against those statues earlier, he had killed them in a single strike. He didn’t have the time to analyze what they were doing, and as such, he didn’t understand the kind of shocking prowess and comprehension that Leonel was displaying.

Leonel’s steps suddenly became lighter. He moved like the wind, his spear leaving afterimages in the air as he crossed from one side of the bear man to the other and then back again.

The Beastman, to his credit, was extremely sharp. He wasn’t just a man of raw strength; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to make it so far.

Despite his overwhelming power, his strikes were precise and controlled. None of his power leaked out, and while there should have been reverberating BANGS and shattering winds, the collision of their weapons was highly muted.

Leonel hadn’t originally felt the need to take anything from this Bear Beastman, but he subconsciously began to, as though his mind could seek out and find the worthy spear techniques all on its own.

The muscle control, the precision, the solidified, unleakable aura.

Leonel’s steps began even after as though he didn’t know fatigue. His ability to control the muscle fibers of his body was far better than this Beastman could even begin to fathom.

The moment he analyzed and took the man’s spear technique, it was as though he had suddenly taken an enormous leap in power.

Leonel was obsessed with controlling his Forces better, manipulating them to a greater extent, but how much time and effort had he put into the raw, explosive power of his body? Its flexibility, its dexterity, its speed, and agility?

Almost none at all.

The extent to which he used his body was when he practiced Metal Body, and that was purely for the sake of increasing his personal defenses and strength.

Maybe he wasn’t particularly wrong to take such a path. After all, the importance of Forces far outweighed practically anything else in this world.

When one started to be able to control the Force in the atmosphere, the body became even less important than that. After all, there was hardly a need to use one’s internal Nodal Pathways at that point.

Even with an Innate Node, it was far easier to use it as a conduit to pull in more Force from the atmosphere than to use the Force from it directly.

However, fighting this Beastman, Leonel seemed to comprehend something...

His speed accelerated once again. He was practically a hurricane spinning around the man, his spear jetting out akin to the scythe of a reaper.

BANG! BANG! BANG! SIIIIIIING!

With a sudden flare, Leonel cut the Bear Beastman’s head off, landing on the ground behind him.