TARGETED
Leonel felt like he was spinning around in a blender of chaos. The world around him was threatening to collapse in ten different ways. His body was battered and drummed.
All the while, he had his eyes closed, knowing that this wasn't natural. He was being targeted, not by people, but rather the aura of the Idol Battlefield itself.
The Idol Battlefield represented the hope of the humanoids. It was created when they rose up against the beasts, acting as the foundation for the first created Forces in Existence, the Weapon Forces.
They started as the simplest forms, the fists, etc. But quickly, it began to evolve to the spear and sword.
However, there was one thing they all had in common.
Defiance.
Even if arrogance and confidence weren't the foundation of their Paths, because of the origin of the battlefield, unless you had at least aspects of this to your Path, it was impossible for you to even stand in this place.
Even if they felt that Leonel's Path was stronger than their own, something they would never concede, they would still fight back violently and savagely. They would give it everything they had to ensure that he never came out on top.
Leonel had known that this was already a risk even before he provoked it again. But now, it was even more exaggerated than it was meant to be originally.
BANG!
He collided with something hard, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
It felt like every bone in his body had been shattered apart. But what made him sigh inwardly was the fact that this was perfectly controlled.
The Idol Battlefield would never kill him on the way in because that would be too unfair. But leaving him on the brink of what it thought was death was just fine by it.
The Idol Battlefield, according to the information his grandfather had given him, was run by a World Spirit as well, but a unique World Spirit/Regulator hybrid created by the efforts of all the warriors across time and generations.
The reason this hybrid was important was because Regulators were like the muscle of worlds while World Spirits were more about just maintaining. Content provided by .
The fact that they were fused into one now meant that when Leonel pissed them off, they had the ability to act and put him in his place.
What he experienced just now wasn't much different from the first time he stepped into an Incomplete World after leaving the Dimensional Verse. The only difference was that instead of chains wrapping around his body, he was beaten and battered to the point he couldn't even stand up properly.
And yet, the moment he landed, he had no choice but to throw himself to the side.
A spear and arrow landed on the ground at the same time. Their tips seemed to fuse into one, just barely missing Leonel's head. He was hardly able to save himself from the fate of being impaled in a single exchange.
Leonel sighed again. He hadn't even been able to analyze his surroundings just yet because the Idol Battlefield was particularly "slow" with unveiling his senses for him.
How bad was this targeting going to be, exactly? If not for the fact he was incredibly sensitive to Spear and Bow Force, he would have already died.
Leonel rolled again as the world became clearer to him.
He quickly found that he was in a forest. All around him, shadows of what looked like monkeys wielding spears and bows hopped around endlessly.
Leonel leaned against the trunk of a tree, but that didn't last long before he had to roll to the side again.
A thick arrow ripped through the tree trunk he was relying on.
'Alright, note to self… cover is not… well… cover…'
Leonel was trying to gather Spear and Bow Force from the surroundings to quickly heal himself. This was much more efficient for him than using Light Force these days. In fact, his Light Force could be said to be one of his most lagging comprehensions now.
But it was like the Forces had chains on them. It was usually as easy as breathing for him to do this, but right now it was like he was pulling teeth.
Leonel frowned.
He abandoned the thought, his Innate Node churning instead. The Bow and Spear Force poured into his body and his wounds were being quickly healed as he moved about, but soon, he felt a suppression on that as well.
The monkeys in the surrounding trees multiplied and suddenly the spearmen stopped hiding as they rushed for Leonel.
They appeared all around, moving agilely and making howling monkey noises that were irritating to an extreme.
Leonel's body was only at 20% by now, if that. But the power of these monkeys was easily all at the Dharma level.
Leonel took a spear to the shoulder, and another one to the thigh.
He caught both while still on the ground, but there were only more coming.
He twisted his wrists and flung the monkeys at their oncoming allies, but then he suffered two more strikes from a pair of monkeys he hadn't been able to stop.
The pain shot through his body once again.
Leonel's frustration was beginning to bubble forth. It was like everything he did was suppressed one way or another. Even if the Idol Battlefield was pissed off, there had to be a limit to it, right?
One of the monkeys appeared behind Leonel as he tried to stand. A sinister light flashed in its eyes as its spear aimed right for his ass.
The moment Leonel saw this, the frustration he had been keeping at bay erupted.
"ENOUGH!"
A raging aura of violet and gold spiraled out from Leonel. A crown appeared above his head and two halos appeared around his wrists, one adorned with a spear and the other with a bow.
Arrows from the distance rebounded against the roaring shockwave, sending them spiraling into the distance.