Dimensional Descent

In the past, in order to become a white belt, one needed to reach a Tier 4 standard. But, judging by the words of the lazy, omnipresent voice, there was no longer such a clear dividing line. If they wanted to become white belts, they would have to place in the top four overall by the end of these rounds, or else they would have to wait for another half year.

"The first round will be a test of reflexes. Begin."

The youths looked around in confusion. They had heard of this test of reflexes before – well, assuming it was still the same considering this generic name. But, from what they knew, this test should have taken place one at a time. Why was it that the voice didn't pick out who should be going?

Before any of them could figure out what was going on, the large grey tiles that made up the room pulsed with a dull ray of white light. They didn't have time to understand what this meant before several illusory balls appeared in the air, slowly growing solid.

<3… 2…>

Everyone's pupils constricted at once.

A mechanical voice reached zero in its count and hell suddenly descended.

The now solid balls shot in every which direction. Two of the freshmen couldn't even react before these 'solid' balls shot through their bodies.

Their expressions changed. In that moment, it felt as though a large chunk of their Force was suddenly ripped out of their bodies.

The good news was that they weren't injured. But, the bad news was that their stamina had suddenly been sapped away.

a casual step forward as a ball

was what they meant by

for their fellow student as well. It was definitely not just out of the kindness of their hearts that that lazy voice had

they

Leonel raised his foot.

sole, rebounding off of the ground and crashing toward the wall behind

by 20 by 20 meter cube. There are 18 of us in here and there are 100 moving balls the size of a head. They didn't set a timer and being hit doesn't seem to eliminate you…

sent a gaze toward

over her body was immaculate. Even though compared to Leonel, the time she was having was harder, it

four others who seemed

strapped to his back and the last of which insisted on dodging around with his hands

from his spot. The balls could only be obstructed by each other and the wall. Even when they ran through an examinee, they simply turned illusory for a moment while continuing at the

cross his path and mark out the ones that would. After that, it was a simple matter of knowing how the ball would attack him and dodging

then that the walls

subtle, but Leonel's eyes

the speed by 1%. My calculations are

his

the left. In just a few breaths, he had dodged five balls and was back to standing exactly where he had been from the very

already been travelling at over a hundred kilometers an

in a Third Dimensional world. In a Fifth Dimensional world, however, even