Ary's pupils constricted. This attack was one that he hadn't been able to sense the first ti, but almost as soon as his heart skipped a beat, he regained his composure. His sword seed to improve once again.
CLANG! He struck out without even looking, his blade parrying Leonel's strike.
Leonel's spear faltered and his Force Art flickered, threatening to collapse. The greatest weakness of his Spear Dance technique was that every stroke had to be perfect. If he made even a single mistake, he would need to start again from the beginning.
This was only the second ti he had used such a technique, and it was even in a completely different situation than the first ti, but Ary had actually reacted to it even quicker than he had the first ti. Not only had he reacted faster, but he had not just blocked, but even parried it.
A sword blade entered Leonel's chest, just barely missing his heart but still tearing a hole right through his lungs.
Before the Sword Force could explode, Leonel's cold, indifferent gaze flickered with a slight violet light. He activated [Emperor's Edict], fusing it with his mother's bubble world technique. He had long since realized that these two techniques had the very sa foundation.
He contained Ary's sword strike, and in an odd occurrence, the blade separated into two pieces almost as though the front of Leonel's body had beco a portal to his back, but leaving his body itself entirely unscathed.
The explosion of Ary's Sword Force occurred to Leonel's back, a strong Spatial Force warping its location. Leonel's spear recovered quickly, his eyes flickering with a calculative light as he adjusted and made up for the mistake.
His body spun out of the way, his spear arching backward, sweeping down and then up once again, forming a gorgeous semi-circle of golden Spear Force that ascended right toward Ary's head.
Leonel's spear tip and Ary's sword tip t perfectly.
Leonel was forced into a strong retreat, but his spear seed to use the montum of Ary's retaliation to draw another elegant arc through the air.
Ary's gaze narrowed. He could feel the pressure of Leonel's spear strikes increasing. It had already been over 200 exchanges, and though Leonel was in a sorry state, Ary could feel that the accumulating power in his spear was only increasing.
Leonel himself felt that his understanding of Ary was quickly deepening. The two had both stopped using their Ability Indexes at once, and they had once again both started using them again at the sa ti.
He was certain. Ary's Ability Index was very much similar to Aina's, however it wasn't related to self-healing or Blood Sovereignty. Instead, he seed capable of improving extrely quickly.
It hadn't been obvious before because he had been at the bottleneck of the Natural Light Realm, but the mont he crossed into the Cosmos Realm and gained so much room to improve, it was as though he was riding with jet fuel in his sword. Every ti Leonel's Spear Dance improved, so too did Ary's, and in what was an absolutely shocking realization, it felt that Ary was improving even faster than his Spear Dance could.
Even so, a realization was just a realization.
The clash of their spear and sword didn't move Leonel in the slightest. In fact, his heartbeat beca calr. The lines that his spear drew across the air beca firr and less impacted by Ary's swords. His steps beca lighter, his hands moving faster and the weight of his strikes heavier.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Suddenly, the space between the two erupted. The silence of their clashes seed to have boiled over.
The planet rumbled, pits of carnage forming everywhere they went, but this ti they were so deep that bubbling pools of magma rushed over their edges, snaking across the crevices of the ground and burning everything in their path.
The fierce glow of Leonel's gaze seed to have reached its fever pitch.
Blood leaked from every inch of his body, it seed that there wasn't a single location on him that didn't contain an injury, but every ounce of Force in his body seed to have been focused on just this singular pursuit.
The twisting of Leonel's feet, the sway of his spear, the trembling tip of his blade, it seed to fuse with the image of a dance that the spectators had seen all those weeks ago.
At that mont, the backdrop of Leonel's 10 Stars seed to beco a cosmos of their own. They separated, taking up points of Leonel's quickly forming Force Art as though they were anchors.
Lines of Force surged out of them. Dream Force. Scarlet Star Force. Void Force. Vital Star Force.
Within the shimring ball of gold, they were the only other sources of light. Standing in the middle of it all, one Force Art below, and the other above, rotating like the complex inner workings of an ancient clock, Leonel's wrist stiffened as he took a single step forward.
With this step, the world around his sole rippled. It felt like the very fabric of the world itself was moving like the disturbed surface of a lake.
The sudden rush of danger hit Ary like a moving truck. The accumulation of Leonel's power had been so slow and incrental until this mont when it exploded forth like a geyser from the heart of mother earth.
His hair fluttered in the winds. At that mont, wrapped in colors of royal blue, gold, vibrant violet, deep blacks and hues of silver, Leonel looked to be no different from a guardian deity, unmatched and untouchable.
That danger that the Eighth Dinsional Ancestors had felt before assaulted their senses once again.
"332," Leonel said lightly.
The violet glow in his eyes had grown to the point that the whites of his eyes couldn't be seen any longer. As though two orbs of athyst had replaced his eyes, he looked down upon the world, unmatched and untouchable.
Then, he pierced forward.
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