บท 869: Not Just a Single Step

Leonel's fist shot forward, blasting the head of the spirit into pieces. 

After he was done, he almost felt bad about it. He had just reacted as quickly as he could and didn't even think much. The poor guy didn't even get a chance to take a good look at his face. 

'I should put on some clothes…'

Leonel, unfortunately, didn't have another pair of sweatpants, so he could only use Valiant Heart Mountain's white pair of hammer pants. It would have to do for now. 

Despite his success, Leonel didn't feel any sort of complacency. The road ahead still seemed endless and it was impossible to tell how many more opponents he would need to face. Who knew, maybe after a hundred more rounds, he would be right back to gasping for air. 

Thinking to this point, Leonel measured the change of his strength he calculated with his last leap, then adjusted himself immediately.