570 Towering (7)

Blood flew from Leonel's lips like a jet. However, he still spun before he hit the ground, crashing into the earth face first. 

He slammed his fists downward, still keeping a tight grip on his spear as he tried to propel himself upward. 

But, he still wasn't quick enough. 

The air was kicked out of Leonel once again, the left side of his rib caving in as a foot found its way to his side. 

He shot across the skies once again, slamming through several building. 

Any human in Leonel's position would have long since been smashed into meat paste. The strength of the Puppet Master was simply beyond anything Earth had seen to this point. 

Every step of evolution for an Invalid might have been several times more difficult than their human counterparts, but the result was a monster so powerful it held no weaknesses.