A violent whirlwind of golden blades suddenly appeared around Leonel and shredded into his shoulders and torso.
He indifferently blinked away, his body stepping around the void and continuing his rain of arrows.
On Minerva's side, an arrow cut into her cheek as she tilted her head to the side, but she remained unmoved.
Their cold gazes met, and lightning seemed to spark.
At that moment, Leonel made a bold move. Moving across space, he continuously fired arrows, each one capable of razing mountains to the ground.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
He released three world-ending arrows, each one targeting a specific location of the formation of swords.
In that moment, Minerva's expression changed because she felt the Natural Force Art suddenly let out a wild jolt of energy and she lost control for a brief instant.
In that brief moment, Leonel had already stepped across the skies and released another arrow.
It appeared before her in the blink of an eye, and she had no choice but to wave her sword to block it. However, that action caused her own formation to go even more wildly out of control.
The golden feathers scattered and Minerva realized it would take her at least three seconds to fuse them back into a formation. That was only a few blinks to mortals, but to existences like them, she could die dozens of times over in that span.
Without a choice, she could only abandon the formation for now and begin a slow and impassioned defense while she brought the feathers back in line. At this pace, it would take her at least ten seconds.
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First, he had proven to her that he could just as easily match her with a bow.
And now he reminded her that in terms of Crafting...
He was by far her superior.
How dare she assume that her formation would be enough to stop his steps?
A sword flashed by, cutting half of his neck. Had he not moved slightly, his entire head would have been lopped off and sent high into the skies.
In just a few moments, Leonel was in an injured state, even worse than what he had experienced at the hands of the elder Fallen God Beasts.
However, his expression remained cold all the same.
And then his lips suddenly parted.
"Disperse."
The moment the words came from his lips, the world froze, and an ancient rune came from his mouth.
The strength of a second Ability Index took root and the world of pink mist was forcefully ruptured and shredded apart.
At that moment, the number of golden feather swords plummeted back down to less than a thousand and Leonel's aura pierced into the skies like a spear.
Leonel grabbed at the air, already readying his bow with the other hand.
He stood there, beaten and bloodied, the only indifferent part of him his heart shuddering gaze. They stood like two reflective marbles amidst the carnage, polished smooth and radiating a chilly pale violet light.
"Today, your Title will be... Swift."
A rune formed in Leonel's palm and he pressed it into his bow.
The bow trembled and sparks of lightning took shape in the skies as though the World Spirit was infuriated, and maybe it should have been. Leonel had just forcefully taken a portion of its power.
Even though his face paled, his back stood straight. Even though his arms were injured, he still pulled back the bowstring. Even though his head seemed it might fall from his shoulders at any time, he held it high.
"Die."
The words were spoken softly, but the moment they descended, the world around Leonel shattered like fragmenting glass, reality fissuring, and the laws of this world rupturing.
He released the bowstring and time stopped while space seemed to cease mattering.
The arrow moved so swiftly that its tip had already pierced Minerva before she could react.