Chapter 3209 A Father's Fury (4)

Chapter 3209 A Father's Fury (4)

A spiraling aura took shape around Leonel's cracked blade. His heart thumped and his body's aura soared to pierce the skies.

The pressure of the mountain on his back seemed to descend into the world itself.

Staring at him, one could tell that there was absolutely nothing that would make him lower his spear, nothing that would impact his will, nothing that would dull the blade hidden in his heart.

His body might have seemed to have lost all life, his Force didn't seem to respond to him, and his flesh itself had practically begun to atrophy, but the light in his eyes...

That hadn't dimmed in the slightest and seemed to have no intention of doing so. Come.

That was the one word it seemed to roar at the top of its lungs.

And then Leonel moved.

His spear danced through the skies, carving what looked like a simple arc but actually targeted both Sylvan and Pluto at the same time.

He truly treated them no differently from the men he had just faced off against, and he would cut them down no differently.

Despite his pride, Ger'Ain reacted on instinct, feeling the scent of death kissing at his neck. Before he even knew what was happening, he was locked in a battle, shoulder to shoulder with Vaelin, and had no easy way to extricate himself without suffering a lethal blow.

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The Pluto's grey-blue skin rippled with an underlying violet light as his eyes flickered with rage.

Humiliation.

Undisguised, unabashed humiliation.

He couldn't tell if Leonel was doing this on purpose or not, but somehow, the idea that he wasn't could make him feel more fury.

The fact that Leonel didn't have to think to target him like this, to think of attacking his pride, and only doing so as though it was only natural... as though it was only natural for a pitiful, puny human to fight against the lofty Sylvan and Pluto Race all on his own.

Vaelin, who had just put all his strength into thrusting his spear and Leonel upward, suddenly found himself off balance.

It was happening again. Leonel was forcing uncoordinated movements using methods

the Sylvan had just never prepared for before.

Suddenly, Leonel had landed on the ground and the Sylvan's chest was wide open.

Leonel could feel that Ger'Ain had already recovered to his back, but the angle was far too tight. Leonel was beneath both of Vaelin's arms, and with the angle Ger'Ain's spear was pierced into the ground, he wouldn't have a vantage point to work with.

So, Leonel didn't even hesitate.

The weight of a mountain trembled to his back as he erupted with a spear strike that spiraled the energies of the world to the tip of his blade.

Even without Force, the laws of reality seemed to bend to his will.

Leonel didn't even have the energy to roar... but his spear did for him.

PUCHI!

He rocketed forward with so much strength that his spear and arm ripped through the Sylvan's chest.

Blood exploded from the large man's back, golden streaks and runes followed suit as Vaelin froze, his eyes wide.

He realized too late that Leonel had already seen through all of his abilities. It was why he had run away in the first place, because the scent of death was only getting closer

and closer.

With the added variable of Ger'Ain, a man he neither trusted nor was used to working with, he only sped himself closer to death.

And the fact he didn't trust Ger'Ain only seemed smarter after Leonel suddenly sensed a blade rip through Vaelin's body and head right for him.