Leonel exhaled a slow breath, his back straightening and his knees locking out. His muscles flexed, and his gaze flashed.
He didn't ignore the weight, nor did he shrug it off.
This time, he understood the importance of it. It might slow his steps, but it would also make his fists heavier. When he swung, his enemies would feel the weight of everything he carried.
His palms squeezed down, and the spear in his hand shattered.
'You fight for yourself. I fight for everyone.'
The crown above Leonel's head flickered before it slowly faded along with the halos around his wrists.
With a step, he continued forward.
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The first leg of the Idol Battlefield was a checkpoint of sorts. Only those that could pass it would enter the true challenge of the Idol Battlefield.