?Chapter 3201 React Leonel sidestepped a spear and swung out with a blade. He cut an arrow piercing toward him in two, sending just the arrow tip to the ground where a militiaman by the side accidentally stepped on it. The roar of pain was abruptly cut off with a head flying into the skies. Leonel became like a reaper, his body coated both in his blood and that of his enemies. The army had become such a mess and had lost any semblance of leadership they had, so even when they tried to run, they would find themselves face to face with Leonel, without options to save themselves. An arrow pierced into the flesh just above Leonel's hip, but he only pivoted to the side, causing a spear to miss his torso and slice the arrow away for him instead. Finishing his pivot, his spear arched back and up, running the blade through his helper's throat and up through the back of his skull. Every action of Leonel's seemed to serve two or three actions at once. He tried to delve into the mysteries of Spear Force, but he found himself relying more and more on his Ability Index. Every little calculation was well within his means, but the calculations themselves seemed to take up far more stamina than they ever did in the past. Leonel found that he was slowly encroaching on the level where instinct and calculation were becoming one, and he was only able to sense it when his Spear Force was no longer restraining him. His movements became faster, sharper. Every time he swung out, someone died, and at some unknown point... **PUCHI!** His spear drilled downward, pinning a militiaman to the ground through his throat with a blade. Leonel gasped for breath, the corpses of over a hundred men lying at his feet as he propped his foot up on one of their chests. Despite the shock and awe of those on the city wall, Leonel wasn't satisfied in the slightest. Almost half of the men had managed to run away and escape, for one. But he would have been able to let that slide if he had advanced considerably. Unfortunately... he didn't feel like he had. The fusion of his Ability Index and his spear abilities seemed great, but Leonel didn't see how this would help him awaken his Spear Force. If anything, it was bringing him further away by muddying the waters again. A new Spear Force would have to be purely Spear Force. It wasn't a Path he was looking for; he already had plenty of those. What he needed was something fundamental, something grounded. Making his Spear Force more complex wasn't the path to that. He had really pushed himself to get everything he could out of this battle, and yet it wasn't enough. Leonel knew that he had time, but he just wasn't satisfied with this alone. If he allowed himself to lull into the pace of this battlefield, maybe he would never make the progress he wanted to make at all. Huffing for breath, he looked down at the spear in his hand. He raised a hand to his hip, ripping out the arrow tip stuck inside and tossing the bloody, flesh-mangled mess to the side. He closed his eyes, taking another deep breath before his gaze sharpened. A large, looming shadow had appeared over him... a man with the head of a bear and the menacing momentum of a beast stood towering over him at more than twice his height. The power of his muscles rippled, practically superheating the air around him, causing steam to billow out in waves. Leonel looked up calmly, his gaze indifferent and his spear still pierced through the throat of the man he was stepping on. Above him, the Bear Beastman had a maw open and dripping with blood and saliva, his teeth littered with bits of ripped flesh. 'It's you!" The growl of the bearman caused Leonel's hair to flutter back. 'Die." A spear descended from above. Leonel felt like his body was screaming at him to find some place to rest, but he still raised up a block. BANG! Leonel had killed quite a number of people on this battlefield, but there was only one beastman that he could recall. As for how this man knew it was him, he didn't know... Nor did he care. Another whetstone had appeared. BANG! Leonel fell heavily to a knee, his spear braced above his head. The beastman kicked out. There was a slight shift before. After all, he had to retrieve his spear to balance himself while he sent out such a kick. But it was still too fast. Leonel could barely block with his own spear before it landed. SNAP. His spear broke in two and his body was sent tumbling back. ROAR! The Bear Beastman looked as though he had truly gone berserk. He wanted Leonel to experience pain, to experience horror. However... Leonel slowly stood to his feet, his expression still the picture of indifference. He ignored the bearman, looking to his back to find that there was indeed a large number of militiamen coming. But rather than the 300 of the first group, there were closer to a thousand this time. It was either this bearman's city was much larger, or he had already conquered several others already... Leonel had a feeling that it was the latter. Rather than replying to the man immediately, Leonel closed his eyes and took a breath. Listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, tendrils of calmness surged through his body. When he opened his eyes again, he had settled down considerably. He looked down at the broken spear in his hand and tossed it to the side. With a wave of his hand, a spear a militiaman was holding on the city walls was torn out of his palm and sent flving toward Leonel. He had already decided that he would fight. He would fight until he saw the gates of death and fight. his way through them if he had to. When he faced off against that line dividing Life and Death... He wanted to see how his heart would react.