Dimensional Descent

Chapter 3277  Tip of the Iceberg

The pain ripped through Leonel's body, sharp and fast. Without his Dream Force prowess, he wouldn't have even registered it. He had simply never seen a spear so fast.
But more shockingly than that, it embodied every aspect that it had once taught him. A continuous stream of speedy thrusts, filling the skies, covering all paths of retreat, perfect in its simplicity, endlessly complex in its variations.
In an instant, Leonel was riddled with holes, an overwhelming sense of inferiority burying itself into the very depths of his soul.
And yet, he hadn't ever attempted to move even a single time.
A pulse of light came from Leonel's brows, the band of violet-gold running across it radiating out into the world.
Everything dispelled, and he found himself standing in the same place, the Demoness standing across from him with the same placid expression.
"Do you feel the gap now?" she said lightly.
Leonel looked down at his spear and didn't reply immediately.
"I have been refining my spear for so many trillions of years I have lost count. When I grew bored of the thrust…"
The Demoness' palm flipped over and a new spear appeared. It looked almost like a glaive, having just a single edge to it. But it was thin, light as a feather, and flutter