Dimensional Descent

Aina had to catch Leo before he actually rushed out onto the battlefield. But even as Leonel was speaking, his wrist had already twisted like a writhing dragon through the

air.

PUCHI!

Vaelgor’s head was sent flying into the air.

Azhgar froze in place, his slit pupils trembling. Maybe he just couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He had Vaelgor weren’t even of the same bloodline, one being a draconic Beastman and the other being of the white tigers. But they had grown up like brothers, both taking unorthodox paths of their Race, both rising up to become geniuses among geniuses, both stoking one another’s flames for as long as he could remember. ”You... killed him...”

Azhgar’s rumbling, deep voice trembled out in disbelief. I was as though he was trying to make sure that everything was still real, that he wasn’t imagining what was before him.

Had his brother of a lifetime really fallen right before him like this? And he couldn’t even do anything about it?

Leonel didn’t even respond, kicking Azhgar’s body toward the rampaging Tolliver. His large body was swallowed up, and it was like nothing more than another resource. A manic roar filled the skies as Azhgar howled toward the darkness above them. With a stomp, Azhgar had already appeared before Leonel, slashing out with a wild claw. It seemed to embody the savagery of the Beastman Race and Leonel actually found that it was more than ten times as powerful as it had been the last time Azhgar used it.

This wasn’t a strength boost brought on by mere fury. The truth was that this unbridled fury was precisely the last piece Azhgar needed to make his Claw Force work.

Claw Force simply wasn’t something that normal humans could use well. They didn’t have claws, and it was much more efficient for them to use something like Fist Force or Palm Force.

Azhgar had been trying to make his Claw Force too much like Fist or Palm Force, when in reality it needed less systematic guardrails, and more wildness.

And now, thanks to Leonel, he had reached that threshold.

There was a sudden rush above his head as an already formed Idol became sharper and stronger. If one looked above Azhgar’s head, it would look as though a Dragon’s 10:45-

claw was descending from the skies themselves, ripping apart the clouds and severing the world beneath it into two.

It was an overbearing Idol that only became even more so.

Leonel’s eyes narrowed as he took a step back.

His spear danced as he met Azhgar’s wild attacks.

DENG! DENG! DENG!

Sparks flew and Azhgar suddenly clamped down onto Leonel’s blade, his five claws sending hot droplets of molten metal flying out in all directions.

Azhgar wrenched Leonel’s spear upward, taking a strong step forward and clawing a free hand at his chest.

Leonel removed a hand from his spear and punched out in retaliation, his spear-wielding hand twisting at the same time.

The maddened howl of Azhgar filled the skies as he slammed down on Leonel’s fist, looking to shred it to pieces along with the arm and torso behind it.

The size difference between their hands must have been two times at the very least. This seemed to be all but a sure outcome.

And yet...

BANG!

Leonel’s fist seemed to phase right through Azhgar’s claw and the attack slammed right against the Beastman’s chest.

The sudden savage attack felt like a meteor falling from the skies. Azhgar felt all the bones in his body shattering at once as the force of Leonel’s power dispersed on purpose rather than tearing a hole through his body.

CHII!

Azhgar held onto Leonel’s spear rather than allowing himself to fly away despite knowing that this would only harm him more.

Leonel might have bypassed his defenses through mysterious means, but now he was in his grasp, so close that his fist was still against the Beastman’s chest.

There was no escaping now.

Azhgar’s claw grew a size larger and changed directions mid-air, the sudden and abrupt shift in momentum was so great that the echo of a tendon snapping echoed through the air. It was akin to the twisted steel cords of an anchored chain popping

out at once.

He had forcefully injured himself once again just to deal a death blow to Leonel. He cared about nothing other than taking his life.

Unfortunately...

His hopes and dreams didn’t matter.

”Decent.”

The spear that Azhgar had been holding onto all this time was finally twisted out of his control.

It cut across, severing Azhgar’s neck and down his opposite shoulder, cutting away the very claw he was using to attack Leonel.

Azhgar froze.

Deep in his eyes, he seemed to have already foreseen this outcome. He knew that he would die... he just thought he would be able to hold on for just long enough to take

Leonel with him.

Unfortunately... he wasn’t so lucky.

”So... close...”

”Not even remotely.” Leonel said calmly.

These were the last words Azhgar heard before he was sent flying by another one of Leonel’s kicks.

Tolliver slapped out with a tendril through the skies and seemed to shatter the sound barrier several times over.

It slapped down and looked like it would knock Azhgar flying again, but instead, he was swallowed up in a single sweep.

Leonel stood in the skies, resting his spear on his shoulder again as he looked down

on the world.

The Idol Battlefield had fallen into silence once again, and no one seemed willing to fight any longer. The amount of power and strength that Leonel had displayed was too

great.

SKKKKRRREEEEEEEE!

Tolliver howled.

”Still not enough? Have that one, then.” Leonel said indifferently, pointing at the new

Claw monument.

It had only existed for a short few minutes, but now it would collapse much like the

Bow monument had.

Today, Leonel wouldn’t be satisfied until the Idol Battlefield collapsed.

But how could the Ancient Humans allow that?