Leonel took a step forward and struck out with the wooden spear. He used just a single arm, but the blade still seemed to sing.
lightsΝοvεl ƈοm It had been a while since he used a wooden spear, and somehow it felt to resonate more with him. A spear from his Emulation Spatial Force and Scarlet Star Force was powerful, but it was precisely because of that it lost the most integral parts of what it meant to be a spear.
His strike didn't have to be perfect, his Emulation Spatial Force made the blade sharp enough to cut through anything. It didn't have to be powerful. His Scarlet Star Force could blaze through anything.
But now, with a simple, unadorned spear in his hand, a white cloth fluttering around where the polearm and blade met, if he wasn't perfect, he really would be cut at the waist.
The Oryx had never felt something like this before. It was just a simple strike, but it somehow felt like there was no perfect response to it. He couldn't dodge it, he couldn't block it, he couldn't counter... there was no perfect response.
In the last moment, the Oryx unleashed a roar and lashed out. It wasn't like the warrior of the Oryx to simply bow down and accept death. If he couldn't find a counter rooted in skill, he would just have to brute force his way to victory.
'Oh?'
The digitigrade legs of the Oryx seemed firmly rooted into the ground, almost as though he had become an ancient tree. Earth Force fuelled his attack, and he swung down with all his might, borrowing momentum from the planet they stood on.
If the strike hit, Leonel's spear would indeed be blasted to smithereens. He didn't dare to use his Spear Force so casually anymore, so the wooden spear had no protections aside from the simple wood it was cast from.
Of course, this was from a tree in Anastasia's world, so it was Ninth Dimensional in character. But it had no other sorts of special qualities to it. Even if it wasn't shattered, it would definitely be heavily damaged.
But Leonel's reaction wasn't so fierce at all. His wrist tilted just the slightest bit, and the Oryx missed his spear by a hair.
Sparks flew as metal clashed against metal.
Leonel wrist tilted once more and the Oryx's ax was sent flying overhead. At the same time, his spear blade pierced through the Oryx's tough outer skin, slipping between two ribs with ease.
"What are the other Domains?" Leonel asked. "Who rules them?"
The leader frowned, but he still answered once more.
"The Rapax Race and the Sea Gods."
Leonel blinked. Sea Gods? What was that?
Once again, these people had different words for their Races, but his Dream Force had still translated those terms into Rapax and Oryx, so the fact he had said Sea God couldn't have been a mistake.
He truly meant Sea God.
"Which of you three is the strongest?"
The Oryx leader roared. He would have even beat his chest if not for the fact there was a spear sticking out of it.
Leonel raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "So the Sea Gods."
The leader froze, and hints of embarrassment and defiance appeared on his face. In the end, though, he didn't refute.
'Interesting... two new Mortal Races, each substantial enough to own an entire Domain to themselves... And there are no humans in this world? But why?'
"There's no Human Domain?" Leonel asked. "But why did you recognize us?"
"There is no Human Domain, but there is a small Human Empire. It has managed to hang on, though it's hard to say if this will last for long..."