Dimensional Descent

BANG!

Spear and fist met in the skies, a crackling, thunderous might spreading out in all directions.

However...

BANG!

El’Rion was forced to take a step back.

The Pluto seemed genuinely surprised by the result. He didn’t come here to teach Leonel a lesson. Even after Leonel technically humiliated him in the past, using him for the sake of giving the Human Race a path to survival, El’Rion had never been particularly angry.

He only wanted Leonel to understand who was superior between the two of them.

Ever since the first moment he met Leonel, he had always had this loftiness to him that belied his inferiority as a Human. It was like he didn’t understand that Humans were supposed to be a weak Race, and El’Rion could never understand it.

The cognitive dissonance was something that El’Rion couldn’t quite grapple with. What made it more difficult was his personality and his experiences.

He had always been respected, even within the Pluto Race itself. People deferred to him just because of his existence; he never needed to prove himself before. Normally, he wouldn’t even care to prove himself.

He never took much of anyone seriously. Ironically enough, he was just as arrogant as he claimed Leonel to be.

But something about Leonel made him feel like he had the need to prove him, that he should be the one to set Leonel straight about the differences between the two of them.

What El’Rion didn’t realize was that the moment he had such thoughts, it was probably already over for him.

He had arrogantly given Leonel time, saying that he would give Leonel a chance to catch up to him. But at some unknown time... Leonel had already long since done so. And now, looking down at his own fist, El’Rion was surprised by the result.

A trickle of blood came out, and his body, which refused to bleed even when heavier injured by a Void Race Ancestor, was suddenly leaking like a faucet.

His blood fell from the skies like meteors, crashing across the Idol Battlefield and leaving craters everywhere one looked.

The carnage was absolutely devastating, and yet El’Rion could only continue to look at his fist as though he couldn’t believe what was happening.

Leonel retracted his spear calmly. To him, this wasn’t even the slightest bit troublesome.

El’Rion had grown, but he was still a baby in Leonel’s eyes. He was already in his twenties now, but he might as well have still been a child.

Looking up, El’Rion finally seemed to look at Leonel rather than looking through him. And that was when he saw it.

The Leonel before him now was even larger than himself. He had a towering presence and a mountain so heavy on his back that it seemed to make the burdens of the Pluto seem like nothing more than a joke.

El’Rion could seem to see Leonel’s Creation World, and he only now realized that every single one of them... had always been in Leonel’s world.

This matter had been a joke from the very beginning. There wasn’t a single aspect of this battlefield that wasn’t completely under Leonel’s control.

The gap between him and everyone else was so enormous that El Rion couldn’t even understand how he had done it.

To say that Leonel was just playing around with them... was a heavy underestimation of what was actually going on.

He was just putting on a show for his children.

”... It seems I gave you too much time.”

Leonel raised an eyebrow. ”Still so arrogant even while admitting a loss? I told you before... it didn’t matter how strong you were. You never stood a chance against me.”

El’Rion’s gaze flickered as he remembered a Leonel with a mere Incomplete World’s foundation returning with the corpse of a Shadow Tail hanging from his hand.

However, even with that image... he couldn’t quite accept it.

”Maybe.”

These were the only words he said before he turned around and left. He didn’t even stay to gain the Blessings of the Fist monument.

A single strike and the strongest genius of the Pluto decided to give in.

The gap was so enormous that it couldn’t be put into words.

It was then that the Idol Battlefield began to rumble.

”Finally can’t hold back anymore, huh?”

A malevolent light lit in the depths of Leonel’s eyes. A rage he had been suppressing

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began to seep out into the surroundings, a suffocating presence blanketing the battlefield.

Those that had already felt a great amount of fear due to Leonel’s earlier display of strength almost pissed themselves now. It was like they had finally realized what

El’Rion had...

He was just toying around with them.

All the while, Leonel had only seen one thing on this Battlefield as an opponent.

The Regulator.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

High in the skies, a dark figure stretched out a blackened palm that blotted out the

skies.

It descended with a momentum that looked as though it would shred apart the entire world if it had to... so long as Leonel died, it would be satisfied.

The power was all-encompassing and suffocating. There was simply nowhere to

hide...

This wasn’t the power of a person, it was a force of nature.

Leo and Leah shook, hiding behind their mother’s legs as they looked up in fear. Even

Aina’s brow furrowed.

Was her husband really ready to go up against such a thing?

Leonel unleashed a roar and the world shook around him.

He took a step forward and he thrust out his spear with all of his might, his power tearing a hole through space and drilling upward with a valiant momentum.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The spear and palm paused against one another. A shudder ran through the world and Leonel was sent flying backward and toward the ground.

BANG! BANG!

He hacked up a mouthful of blood, the furious light in his violet eyes dimming as the

palm continued to descend from above.

It wanted blood.