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.

as a ball whizzed by his

meant by a test of reflexes,

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

the very beginning, they were pitted

Leonel raised his foot.

sole, rebounding off of the ground and

us in here and there are 100 moving balls the size

a

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

four others who seemed

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 just his style, Leonel didn't particularly

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 same speed. Quite frankly, this exam was

ones that wouldn't cross his path and mark out the ones that

then that the walls flashed

was subtle, but

the speed by 1%. My

his

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

already been travelling

a Third Dimensional world. In a Fifth Dimensional world, however, even speed aces would struggle to touch such a level unless