Dimensional Descent

 Above the Rest

Leonel's vision cleared, and he found a woman standing before him. She was taller than him by almost two heads, and she had a set of muscular abs that seemed chiseled out of stone. She didn't wear much, but her aura made her difficult to ogle at all.

It was like her gaze had magnets that sucked one into them. It was impossible to look anywhere but those fierce eyes of hers.

Leonel, though, felt like he was in a daze as violent sparks of lightning flashed through his Dreamscape.

Suddenly, he understood what he had to do.

His wrist shook, and the shape of his spear changed. In the blink of an eye, it had perfectly mimicked the muscular woman's spear.

It now had an angled, serrated edge to its blade. It would thrust smoothly, but as it ripped out of flesh, it would definitely take large chunks with it.

This sort of blade was incredibly dangerous to use in battle because should it get caught, one might lose their weapon. Although it would deal a great deal of damage when used successfully, there were simply better ways to go about it.

After all, why risk getting your weapon stuck in an enemy's body when you could just. explode your Force inside their body instead?

If Leonel wanted to follow the path of this woman, he would definitely change it. But then again, not everyone could freely incorporate other Forces into their Spear Force like he could...

Originally, he thought that this was a quirk of his Spear Sovereignty. But afterward, he realized that it was more his Lineage Factor than not. Most couldn't casually incorporate other Forces into their Weapon Force, or else there wouldn't be a need to create a separate Weapon Force like Gun Force.

But now, he realized that it was one step deeper than even that....

The gaze of the woman flashed when she saw the change to Leonel's spear. However, both of them still shot out at the same time.

Leonel felt a strong magnetic pull from the woman's spear. It was like her stances, attacks, and Forces were all drawing him in.

Every time she shifted and moved, he was forced to meet her head to head.

This woman would be the bane of all speed and agility spearmen. She looked like a brute, but she wasn't relying on her Spear Force alone; her footwork was also immaculate. She knew how to bait and switch, to make him think one thing before she executed another.

They unleashed a flurry of exchanges between them, but Leonel was on his back foot. She was overwhelming him with her power. Every time he was forced to meet herContent is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

power head-on, his wrists would shake and quake, his inner organs feeling as though they were going to rattle out of place.

However, by the dozenth exchange, there seemed to be a slight change.

There was a shift. From Leonel's spear being attracted to her blows, she was instead being sucked into his rhythm.

However, the power disparity between them was still too large for there to be a change in the outcome. Every time Leonel forcefully met her blow, he was shaken back and had to work to get back on top once more.

Then there was yet another shift.

As though Leonel's power had grown explosively, it was the woman who started being forced to take steps back, allowing him to press his advantage.

But as a spear expert, the woman realized what was happening to her. Leonel was still using her methods, but instead of meeting her at the apex of her power, when her strikes had already gathered up all of the necessary momentum, he was instead forcing their clashes before her power had accumulated.

The arc of her spear couldn't find a path to gather up the maximum strength. It felt like she was constantly sending out one-inch punches, without the ability to use her truest strength.

Then, Leonel's spear suddenly accelerated and pierced right through her throat.

The woman froze and then slowly lowered her spear. She gazed upon Leonel deeply, and her mouth opened to speak silent words.

"Your spear is too greedy" she mouthed.

Leonel, who had been indifferent all the while, suddenly turned his lip up in a curve.

"It's no wonder why you're first up. You're a petty loser."

His wrist flickered, and her head shot up into the air.

In a flash, Leonel had appeared outside.

An oppressive aura landed on his shoulders all at once, but he stood unmoved beneath the woman's statue. He didn't even give her a second glance.

The reason she said those words was that she had watched him swallow up her spear technique and make it better right before her eyes.

She didn't like the fact that this young man had taken her life's work and made it his own in just a few hundred exchanges.

But... Leonel didn't give a damn how she felt. This battlefield already hated him; he might as well give it a real reason to hate him. He didn't want to have to spend so much time on small fry like her.

He realized the moment he entered that world that he had been going about things the

wrong way. The Creation aspect that his Spear Force needed for it to reach another level had nothing to do with general Creation... it had to be Creation tailored to his Weapon Force itself.

To carry a myriad of techniques in a single spear strike... wasn't that exactly what he needed?

Although he had called her a small fry, the reality was that this woman had been an idol on the Path of the Spear. And there were thousands more here, just waiting for him to do the same with.

He would swallow every one of their techniques, make them better, then defeat them in their own field.

When he made it out, his spear would shine above the rest.