Dimensional Descent

"I forgot to mention something else. The first 20 who die will have the captain's who recommended them follow them in death!"

Even Leonel was stunned by this sudden turn of events. He could see the disdain the knight held for all of them, but to order that 53 of them should be killed… wasn't that a bit too much? Even beyond that, he was even dragging the captains into this?!

At that moment, the training grounds turned completely silent. Not to mention the youths locked within the circle, even the captains that had selected them couldn't stop themselves from shaking. What were mere captains worth in the face of a true Knight?

Those captains who knew they had bended the rules in exchange for benefits all paled considerably. Even those who had followed the rules were trembling. So what if they followed the rules? In a battle royale, who was to say that someone deserving wouldn't die? In that case, wouldn't they be screwed?

Maybe the only one who didn't have a great reaction was Leonel. He didn't notice when it was, but he had been in so many life and death situations to now that he was no longer affected by just this much.

"What are you all standing around for?" The knight growled. "If someone doesn't die within the next minute, all 57 of you can die."

The words were like a spark that lit a raging fire. Leonel had only managed to raise an eyebrow at the words before he found several attacks coming toward him, one of which was actually coated in Force!

Leonel frowned. 'He didn't give us any weapons? No, some of them do have weapons, it's just that he couldn't be bothered to care whether or not everything was fair…'

The more Leonel thought about it, the more he disliked this knight. Testing them was fine, by why was it that this test was so despicable? The worst part was that those who were more likely to have bribed their captains were the most likely to have the best equipment on them.

However, the fact one could attack Leonel with Force definitely meant that he was worthy of his title of four or five star genius.

as though they all had

were to die so early on, it wouldn't matter.

Heckle's face drain of all color from his vantage point as a dagger and two fists came his

already see that within the next second or two, at least three talents would fall, all of them dressed just as

sparked in Leonel's heart. What a cruel world… In that case, they shouldn't blame him for

downward slapping motion that cleanly hit the dagger wielding hand. His actions were so fast that the young man before him hardly

pain, but

causing the fist to skim off his defenses. The strike alone should have carried nearly 1.00 in strength, but Leonel's Runes flickered beneath his armor

young man could even react to the bursting pain his fist felt, Leonel

all color. He could see the benefit of his training with Leonel right before him, but he could also see the Force coated on the final young man's fist. He knew how strong Leonel was… but his background was too lacking. He simply didn't know about these things. If he met this fist

BANG!

expectations, Leonel's sent the young man flying. A mournful, muffled cry sounded

with my fists is too difficult. Had that been my

out his spears now. If he did, he would expose his spatial bracelet. Who knew what kind

But…

pressed his two fingers together and turned, jabbing a bloody hole into the throat of the young man who threw

another step, he entered the range of the young man with the dagger. The latter held onto his wrist, crying out in pain.

'[Call of the Wind]!'