Bab 2786: Black.

Amynta's eyes narrowed. Her brother, Mauve, stepped forward. 

"Kid, you're only arrogant more and more arrogant by the—"

Leonel's spear swung down, and for a moment the world seemed to be split in two. 

Touching upon the Self State didn't just increase the strength of his created spears considerably, but it also brought his spear skill to an entirely different level. 

There was already a thin veil between his path of the spear and his Crafting to begin with. Now, they were practically one, having reached an impossible to fathom level for most of those present. 

Mauve's eyes widened. It felt like Leonel had already marked him for death, and the skies themselves had accepted. He could practically see the Northern Star looming over Leonel's shoulder. 

Death. 

That was all that was in store for him if this spear descended, and no one could react to it. 

It was then that a light sigh rang out. 

BANG!