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.

though it was nowhere near the most powerful Fifth Dimensional worlds there was,

despite how overwhelming his current strength seemed, was also very limited. At that moment, he could only control the Elements in a ten meter radius around him, and even then, it required much more effort than it had on any Fourth Dimensional world he had ever been

to be able to

arm flexed once again. This time, his attacks became like a blur, raining down

screaming with an ear

eyes widened. 'He's

are you all still doing

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

were ultimately still small-time merchants. The true elite merchants wouldn't be trading with what effectively amounted to college kids. Or, more accurately, they wouldn't be waiting

these fools didn't run, a few really might die. 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 seem to care even the

again, he would only shift a single meter in any direction, but with his calculative abilities, he was able to make use of this single meter as though it was an endless lifeline, shifting through Nigmir's barrage with an almost

didn't seem to care in the slightest, a savage expression

more and more volatile. With each spiraling cone

up. If a normal human had

dust clouds kicked up, and even keeping one's eyes open became an impossible

Hurricane Paradise." Nigmir's

is using a

felt next made her close her mouth. If using a Style on a freshman was shameless, then what