Chapter 611 - Valiant Hall (1/2)

Leonel whipped out his spear, his wrist flexing. The droplets of blood that remained sprayed outward, leaving the spear spotless and whether by design or accident, landing on the three moaning and groaning before him.

Ingkath, Irolana and Balthorn didn't quite know how to react to such a scene. They had been planning on distancing themselves, but Leonel had reacted so quickly that they were somehow still to his back. Their vantage point was by far the best of everyone else. But, it was precisely because of this that they could hardly believe what they had just seen.

Wielor and the other so-called seniors were all Tier 4 at worst.

This number sounded benign. After all, even the City Lords of Terrain had been more powerful than this. Their average strength had been around Tier 6 while the most powerful of them like City Lord White had been Tier 7.

However, it had to be understood that strength across worlds was looked upon differently.

The truth was that true geniuses spent the most time within the Fourth Dimension, slowly accumulating the strength of their bodies.

In the Dimensional Verse, the Third Dimension was technically the beginning. But the reality was that it was more like a spark. The Fourth Dimension was where the flame was slowly nurtured and grown.

The Fourth Dimension would lay the foundation of the body into the future. So, usually, geniuses would wait until their Force spilled over into the next Realm rather than forcing their way through like the City Lords of Terrain had.

As a result, Tier 4 to these seniors was likely no worse than Tier 6 to those City Lords. In comparison, Ingkath, Irolana and Balthorn were all still suppressing their Force at Tier 1. Unfortunately, they couldn't even use this as an excuse because… Leonel hadn't even stepped into the Fourth Dimension yet!

Of course, none of this mentioned abilities. But, Leonel had taken two out before they even got a chance to use theirs, while he abused his speed to stop Wielor from making use of his.

It could be said that with this one fight, Leonel was already considered to be the strongest newcomer and was even a match for upper years.

At that moment, before the stunned crowd could even process what they had just seen, Leonel put his spear away and began to move.

Pulling out a rope of beast tendons from who knows where, Leonel tied a single ankle of each one of these so-called seniors and began to drag them.

Too caught up in their own pain, the groaning seniors could only protect themselves from worsening their injuries while being dragged through the crowd.

Leonel stopped before a thick tree near the city gates.

If there was one thing Valiant Heart Mountain had going for it, it was the fact that its city wasn't completely disconnected from nature. Even such a thick tree which would easily take ten men to wrap around it was still standing here proudly.

Leonel took out another spear.

This one had an exceptionally long blade that took up a third of its body. In reality it almost felt and looked more like a glaive than anything else.