Leonel's lip curled into a smile. 'Dream Model.'
Leonel's gaze radiated a blinding light. He had been mapping out simulations of this room for the past three rounds, how could he not have accumulated data on the other participants?
The truth was that he had no need to use Dream Model on these enemies. Not only were they much weaker than him, they had no single attribute that surpassed him. Whether it was in speed, strength, dexterity, agility, he blew them out of the water.
However, in that moment, Leonel halved his physical attributes. Then, still thinking it wasn't enough, he halved them again. He just barely maintained enough speed to stay ahead of his dagger.
Anrid was the first to make it to Leonel, his leg raising high into he air and slamming down for a vicious ax kick.
Leonel's eyes suddenly dimmed down, becoming cold and calculating. The four felt as though a beast had locked onto them all.
