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

what they meant by a test

balls shooting toward them, but they would definitely have to keep an eye out for their fellow student

very beginning, they

Leonel raised his foot.

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

moving balls the size of a head. They didn't set a timer

a gaze

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

only about four others who seemed to be taking

And two other young men, one of which had a sword strapped to his back and the last of which insisted on dodging

the others, Leonel hardly moved 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

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

was then that the walls flashed

change was subtle,

increased the speed by 1%. My calculations

adjusted his simulations almost

the right, then went diagonally back to the left. In just a few breaths, he had

already been travelling at over a hundred kilometers an hour, a

Third Dimensional world. In a Fifth Dimensional world, however, even speed aces would struggle