Dimensional Descent

Leonel whipped out his spear, his wrist flexing. The droplets of blood that remained sprayed outward, leaving the spear spotless and whether by design or accident, landing on the three moaning and groaning before him.

Ingkath, Irolana and Balthorn didn't quite know how to react to such a scene. They had been planning on distancing themselves, but Leonel had reacted so quickly that they were somehow still to his back. Their vantage point was by far the best of everyone else. But, it was precisely because of this that they could hardly believe what they had just seen.

Wielor and the other so-called seniors were all Tier 4 at worst.

This number sounded benign. After all, even the City Lords of Terrain had been more powerful than this. Their average strength had been around Tier 6 while the most powerful of them like City Lord White had been Tier 7.

However, it had to be understood that strength across worlds was looked upon differently.

The truth was that true geniuses spent the most time within the Fourth Dimension, slowly accumulating the strength of their bodies.

In the Dimensional Verse, the Third Dimension was technically the beginning. But the reality was that it was more like a spark. The Fourth Dimension was where the flame was slowly nurtured and grown.

The Fourth Dimension would lay the foundation of the body into the future. So, usually, geniuses would wait until their Force spilled over into the next Realm rather than forcing their way through like the City Lords of Terrain had.

As a result, Tier 4 to these seniors was likely no worse than Tier 6 to those City Lords. In comparison, Ingkath, Irolana and Balthorn were all still suppressing their Force at Tier 1. Unfortunately, they couldn't even use this as an excuse because… Leonel hadn't even stepped into the Fourth Dimension yet!

Leonel had taken two out before they even got a chance to use theirs, while he abused his speed to stop Wielor from

be said that with this one fight, Leonel was already considered to be the

they had just seen,

knows where, Leonel tied a single ankle of each one

caught up in their own pain, the groaning seniors could only protect themselves from worsening

before a thick tree near the

disconnected from nature. Even such a thick tree which would easily take ten men to wrap around it

out another

took up a third of its body. In reality it almost felt and looked more like a

around the tree, careful not

doing. And, unfortunately for the trio of seniors at his feet, no one dared to stick their nose in this mess. They were still unaware of

the conversation they had overheard, it was clear that this young man was a freshman, yet he already wielded

something

At this point, they could only hope that the boy's background was as exaggerated as they thought it

of things one could do before reaching that extreme. And,

to be, there was likely little doubt that he would

that moment,

snapped out of their thoughts at once only to find that Leonel had launched the three into the air, hanging them all from the thick tree