1200 Do You?

Leonel's fists fell like a torrential storm. He stood within a cave carved by his own fists, his rage only seeming to become worse with each passing moment. 

Leonel couldn't ever remember being this absolutely furious before. Every time he tried to consider why that was, he just couldn't pinpoint it and it fueled his tirade even more. 

A violent crimson aura hung around him, suffocating his violet fog. The killing intent was so thick and viscous that even the Sixth Dimensional creatures in the surroundings didn't dare to get close. 

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Blood flew from Leonel's fists and his lips, his body having come nowhere close to healing from Miel's strike. To make matters worse, the mountains of Planet Montex were known for their hardness, even to the point they could grow to a height of piercing into space without faltering.