Dimensional Descent

The crowd went wild, basking Thunderous Clap with praise. At this point, even most of the Promising Youths who usually would be blazing with battle intent right now felt proud. This was simply human nature. When one shares an enemy, previous petty disputes can be ignored.

However, the subject of public outrage wasn't paying attention to these matters at all. He sat on the ground cross legged, leaning on his thigh and supporting his head up from his chin with a hand. He stared blankly at the ground.

From an outsider's perspective, he seemed quite listless. But the tangible light that had been bouncing in his eyes only grew fiercer and fiercer as though he was slowly comprehending something new.

Numerous gazes descended onto Leonel once more. But, no one could see the odd phenomena with his head lowered. As for Thunderous Clap, after speaking those words to Leonel, he hadn't even bothered to cast another glance toward him.

The first round continued, numerous youths going up one after another. The atmosphere was much better than it had been initially as many felt their anger having been vented, so a casual enjoyment of the gathering ensued.

One after another, the youths went up to show off their abilities.

It turned out that defeating the Invalids wasn't the true requirement. According to the rule Leonel missed out on, one was only meant to survive the confrontation for ten minutes. Anything at and beyond this would be considered a pass.

Though Leonel casually killed the five Invalids, it could be said that he went above and beyond despite breaking the rules. Of course, this also meant that Thunderous Clap had also accomplished more than what was expected of him.

Rain, no matter what, you're a Commander. Is there a need to look so

Mellow Trees, rebuked playfully. He could see that with each performance that surpassed Leonel's,

Rain would

a small distance away and could most definitely hear their conversation. It was fine for them to tease her, but if she really said anything

again upon hearing their words. But there was nothing much she could do. Luckily for her, the next youth was enough to make

"Next, Chasing Wind."

it was very obvious that it wasn't her trying to be seductive. It was a natural feeling

need to get involved in the dick

she saw him remained unmoved through all of this. Others might have written it down as cowardice, but she thought there

back of her mind…. Wouldn't she

made her way to the stage, standing calmly as though unblemished by

one watched her movements, they couldn't help but take in every bit of her actions. The beautiful twinkling of her eyes, the rhythmic swaying of her hips, the delicate grunts that left her

them to attack properly. Her sword left lines of silver in the air, drawing graceful arcs that passed by five necks

on the ground, a small circle of wind and dust being pushed out as though clearing a place for her to land. How could such a beautiful woman be allow to fall onto a dirty stage? Even nature itself wouldn't

of the crowd erupted

"Marry me Chasing Wind!"