Chapter 571 - Towering (8) (2/2)

'Dammit, do something!'

Noah roared in his mind. For the first time, he doubted his grandfather. Why was it that even now he refused to act?

Noah had always known that his grandfather cared little for his life. But, he had always accepted this.

As his grandfather had said back then... his father wasn't as good as Leonel's mother... his mother couldn't even look up to Leonel's father... and he wasn't as good as Leonel...

At least that had its own explanation... It was logical. He simply wasn't worthy enough.

But then what reason was there to not help Leonel? Was he still not good enough?

”Why?!”

Noah's furious roar rang through the battlefield, his body expanding to over five meters tall.

His skin shimmered like diamond, his blue blade swinging about madly.

BANG!

The Puppet Master landed a heel from above, practically ignoring the single arm defense of Leonel's spear and sending him spiraling toward the ground.

BANG!

Leonel foolishly landed on his feet. A sharp pain traveled up his legs, almost shattering his knees.

His body reflexively knelt, his knees heavily slamming against the ground.

A massive crater was dug out around him, his right fist landing before him to stabilize his body as his left arm hung limply. At that moment, he could barely hold his spear within his palm.

A violent cough took what seemed like another liter of blood from his body, his hair hanging heavily before his face, completely hiding his expression.

The Puppet Master descended from the air, landing no more than ten meters from Leonel. Considering his speed, such a gap was no more than the blink of an eye.

By all measures, Leonel was at the end of his rope.

Heira stood atop the Keafir City walls, indifferently looking down. This time, she didn't speak. There was no need to say any words. The result was clear.

'In this world, having too much before you have the strength to protect it is also a sin.'

Anared had similar thoughts, having long since left the region of the battle to avoid the Puppet Master's rampage.

A heavy atmosphere hung in the air as Leonel continued to look at the ground.

By now, he couldn't afford to use his Dreamscape Battle Sense any longer without wringing himself dry, his body was on its last legs, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment, and he could hardly even push himself up to stand.

Yet even now, there wasn't even the slightest speck of dust on Aina's body, let alone an injury.

”I think that's about enough. I hear tenderized meat is exceptional and you are most definitely ready...”

The Puppet Master licked its lips, a slight intoxication on its face.

”4 minutes and 58 seconds.”

The Puppet Master frowned.

”4 minutes and 59 seconds.”

The Puppet Master's tongue paused, a hint of Leonel's blood sliding down its chin.

Leonel raised his head up, a cold indifference that Heira and Anared would never forget gripping their souls.