Dimensional Descent

Chapter 626

"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.

most powerful Fifth Dimensional worlds there was,

radius around him, and even then, it required much more effort than it had on any Fourth

able to

attacks became like a blur, raining down

the air, screaming with an ear

eyes widened.

are you all still

have guards, were often well versed in the art of self protection. And, those that

trading with what effectively

Leonel seemed to have had a sense of propriety in his actions outside of what he had done with his gravity field, but Nigmir didn't

with his calculative abilities, he was able to make use of this single meter as though it was an endless

care in the slightest, a savage

only grow more and more volatile. With each spiraling cone

scope of the battlefield, a violent tempest was being kicked up. If a normal human

flying, dust clouds kicked up, and even

Nigmir's voice covered

changed. 'This madman is using a Style on

her mouth. If using a Style on a freshman was

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