You... Can't...

There was no suspense.

Leonel's spear shattered against the barrier, but this time, the force of the reverberating impact was so great that the rest of his arm went with it, fragmented apart like it was metal rather than flesh and blood.

The impact didn't stop, traveling up Leonel's arm and taking out a large part of his chest.

He collapsed backward, breathing haggard breaths. His body didn't even look human anymore. It was cracked and fragmented, almost like he had become a mummified corpse.

And yet, when Leonel hit the ground, he tried to stand again with what little energy he had left.

Mordred and Monet couldn't help but feel their heart shake.

They had known Leonel for a long time, but they had never been aware of what kind of will power he had. In fact, they never knew it was possible for someone to even have this sort of will power at all. It didn't seem human in the slightest…