บท 865: Wrong Shape

Leonel took another large breath. The spiraling of blue Star Force this time was even more violent and rampant. Every ounce of Force within ten meters surged toward him, filling his lungs to the point they seemed like they might burst. 

'Not quite… Almost there…'

Leonel's mind spun, undergoing several calculations at a time as he continuously adjusted the Force Art. 

However, as Leonel progressed, he quickly realized he was approaching a bottleneck. His progress was slowing and he subconsciously felt that he would reach a barrier he couldn't push past with more calculations very soon.