Dimensional Descent

"For a freshman brat, you sure have a lot of guts." Nigmir's voice seemed to be everywhere, being carried by the wind to all corners. If Leonel didn't know better, he would have thought that he had cloned himself. "Since someone has yet to teach you your place, let it be me."

Nigmir's four meter long lance trembled, a tempest of wind kicking up and concentrating around its shaft. In one moment, it looked no different from an enormous lance. In the next, it had become a drill bit, tearing through the skies with a momentum that would send a cold shiver down anyone's spine.

Nigmir's arm flexed.

In that instant, a cone of rotating wind shot through the skies. It was impossibly fast, crossing a distance of a hundred meters in what felt like a blink.

Leonel's gaze narrowed, a deep black Force flickering around him.

His body vanished, reappearing just a meter to the side.

The cone of wind shot by, causing the merchants below to scatter.

It tore through the ground, burrowing through the earth. The Force was so concentrated and controlled that not a single crack appeared outside the hole. However, even with that being the case, the cone shot through at leas ten meters of ground, and might have had no intention of stopping had it not been for Nigmir's Force running out.

Leonel expression looked at his arm. Numerous shallow cuts had torn into his skin, some of which even drew blood.

His gaze shifted back to the hold in the ground, flashing with a hint of something unknown.

Fifth Dimensional world. Even though it was nowhere near the most powerful Fifth Dimensional worlds there was, it still had a very sturdy construction. Any attack that could

ten meter radius around him, and even then, it required

able to

became

the air, screaming with an ear

eyes widened. 'He's

you all still doing here?!"

merchants, even if they didn't have guards, were often well versed in the art of self protection. And, those that didn't, had most definitely heavily invested in protection

they were ultimately still small-time merchants. The true elite merchants wouldn't be trading with what effectively amounted to college

run, a few really might die. Leonel seemed to have had a sense of propriety in his actions

meter in any direction, but with his calculative abilities, he was

care in the slightest, a savage expression lighting

the surroundings seemed to only grow more and more volatile. With each spiraling cone

violent tempest was being kicked up. If a normal

even

Hurricane Paradise." Nigmir's voice

changed. 'This madman is using a Style on

her close her mouth. If using a Style on a freshman was shameless, then what could this be