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

they meant

they would definitely have to keep an eye out for their fellow student as well. It was definitely not just out of the

beginning, they were

Leonel raised his foot.

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

of us in here and there are 100 moving balls the

a gaze toward

she had over her body was immaculate. Even though compared to Leonel, the time she was having was harder, it was still of incomparable ease if she was measured up against everyone

seemed to

which had a sword strapped to his back and the last of which insisted on dodging around with his hands in his pockets. Whether he wanted to look cool or if this was

by each other and the wall. Even when they ran through an examinee, they simply turned illusory for a moment while

for all hundred balls over the next several minutes. Then he could directly ignore the ones that wouldn't cross his

then that

subtle, but Leonel's eyes

by 1%. My calculations are

adjusted his

side stepped to the right, then went diagonally back to the left. In just a few breaths, he had dodged five balls and was back to

but when these balls had already

to reach such speeds in a Third Dimensional world. In a Fifth Dimensional world, however, even speed aces would