Dimensional Descent

Jefrach was drenched in sweat.

In order not to lose face, he had kept up with Leonel's pace from start to finish. But the result made his lung scream.

Unfortunately, the pressure of the Gates had nothing to do with strength. Even a Fifth Dimensional entity would face a proportional amount of pressure. This was, of course, the same for Jefrach.

But, what Jefrach couldn't believe was that Leonel seemed unaffected. Let alone breathing as heavily as him, Leonel didn't even seem as though he had sweated a single drop. To make matters worse, Jefrach was certain that the reason he was in such a sorry state was because of the pressure of the wall, but rather because of the pressure from Leonel himself.

Finally, for the first time since their competition began, Leonel looked toward Jefrach.

"You don't look too good, baldy. You doing okay?"

Jefrach's gaze flashed with a bloody red. He glared at Leonel, his chest heaving.

At that moment, from atop the city walls, a few individuals looked down with curiosity. They all seemed like youths as well. However, whether they had gone through the same trials or not was unknown.

"Isn't that Black City's bald boy? He looks like he's in a pretty sorry state, what happened to him?"

The few on the wall chuckled. However, let alone hearing them, those below couldn't even see them. It was as though they were in a completely different world.

The only one who frowned, seemingly realizing something was off, was Leonel. However, even with his senses, he had no way of seeing through the Brave City barrier. He only felt a faint itching at the small of his back as though he was being watched.

"Which door do you think they'll be able to open?"

"Pft, aren't you just wondering if we'll have any competition?"

"Regardless, if they're anything below Royal it'll be too much of a disappointment. If that was the case, I would have gotten up to come all the way over here for no reason."

should have gone to watch the Gates with Powers rather than this City Lord Gate. It's rare for anything meaningful to come out of the Cities. And, those

there? Maybe the genes run in

young man who spoke like

about anything related to his wife and his little sister. You better watch your mouth. I don't care if you die, but if I'm

had already entered the city. However, oddly enough, his wife and Syl's sister-in-law, Heira, didn't seem

was too weak and it obviously wasn't because she was too old… Whatever the true reason behind this was

to this information as

on the top of the city walls seemed to accept this person's word as law and they all closed

further and

all from Powers themselves, or they wouldn't be reacting

are economy and governance. To them, abandoning Terrain would ruin their futures completely, whereas for us, wherever there's room for self improvement, we'll be

only have themselves to blame for their

young masters spoke easily uncovered the dark underbelly of Terrain without regard. Unlike the common people who had to tiptoe around

The group snickered.

to try? Huh? Is that

that it was only now they noticed that the young man teaching Jerach his place was actually within

the Gates. Though the pressure was adjusted based on strength, there was still a minimum requirement for foundation. They had simply never seen someone within the

secondly, anyone who could make a fool out

hadn't paid more attention to Leonel before despite this was because the City Lord system

who was only beating someone they didn't care much about to begin with? Would you care about the power of someone capable of stomping an ant

"He…"

BANG!

that moment, Leonel's palm touched the

own two feet, was blasted flying, rolling in the dirt until

to rip his arm apart. Strong energies surged toward him, but they rebounded