Chapter 610 - Too Fast, Too Swift (2/2)

BANG!

Both Leonel and Wielor took a single step back. But, whereas the latter was stunned, Leonel had already shot forward, closing the distance once more.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged a flurry of blows, Wielor using whatever means he had while Leonel used nothing but his fists.

Leonel's movements were sharp and focused. If he only had to throw a single punch to neutralize a combination, he would do so. It almost felt that everyone was watching a combat puppet battle, his style was that immaculate.

However, while Leonel was growing more and more focused, Wielor felt as though his arms and legs might just shatter at any moment. Fighting Leonel may have looked like fighting a combat puppet to the people outside, but to him, it felt exactly like that. It was as though Leonel's limbs were made and formed of the universe's most precious materials.

Wielor roared. The longer this fight went on, the more people who would accumulate and the more humiliated he would be.

The truth was that hardly anyone knew his face. He was nothing more than a glorified janitor of Hero Peak. Aphestus wasn't exaggerating when he said that Aina's standing was now below even the floor sweepers.

However, if this blew up too much, the more resourceful youths would definitely find a way to connect this back to Hero Peak.

Spikes began to grow off Wielor's arms, enlarging to the point they arched over his fists and protected his knuckles.

A strong corrosive energy hung in the air, bearing down on Leonel.

To Wielor, it didn't matter how strong Leonel's defenses were. Before his corrosive Force, it was all meaningless.

However, what Wielor didn't expect was that Leonel hadn't gone all out either.

The instant it seemed as though Wielor didn't want to be humiliated any longer, illusory golden wings seemed to appear to Leonel's back for just a split moment. It was so brief that the vast majority of the crowd didn't even notice.

With a flick of his palm, a spear appeared.

It was bland, even having a wooden pole. If it wasn't for the feathers strapped to its polearm, it wouldn't have any character whatsoever.

This was none other than the primitive woman's spear.

Wielor went stiff as he suddenly felt something sharp pierce through his leg.

After a moment of lag, he roared out in pain, stumbling and falling to his knees.

Leonel's piercing motion was too fast, too swift. Before anyone could react, all four of Wielor's limbs were rendered useless.

He stood amidst three collapsed seniors, his visage expressionless.