Dimensional Descent

Jac's face turned completely ashen. The crowd on the outside hadn't even gotten to say a thing when they noticed his uncontrollable trembling.

However, the process had already begun.

Elder Beinala's badge, which was still on the ground beside Leonel's Force Crafting glove, suddenly began to glow. With a subtle sweep, a gentle energy rose Leonel's short sword up to meet Jac's knife.

Jac gripped his fists, calming his breathing.

Polished Glass was used to refine edges of blades, normally. As a result , it was known for its sharpness, but lacked in other important qualities like ductility. Due to this, it could become extremely brittle when used in large quantities.

As an expert Crafter, Jac, of course, knew this. So he tried his best to limit the size of his Crafts.

When he saw that Leonel had made a short sword, he almost snorted in contempt. In fact, he would have had he not instantly been shocked by Leonel's staff.

But at this moment, he couldn't find the heart to sneer.

The gentle energy exuding from the badge rose up both short sword and knife. Soon, both weapons began to tremble.

The weapons medley tests all came in two parts. The first testing the structural integrity of the Craft while the second tested its strength. This trembling was a part of the first test.

Different frequencies of energy would be poured into the two weapons at varying speeds. Gentle and long streams of Force, fast and choppy, large and abrupt…

The integrity of the blades would be put through a gauntlet. However, this gauntlet was only a preliminary test. The threshold that needed to be met would be decided by the level of the badge of the Craftsmen. As such, both Leonel and Jac were being tested by the standard of a Tier 9 Crafter.

Unfortunately, for Jac, this round was nothing short of torture because he knew that the true test was only coming.

came to a stop. Jac felt his heart was in his throat as

Then… They collided.

CLANG! CRIP! TSSS! DING!

watched on with a vacant expression as his knife was sliced through. It felt as though

words. Let alone them, every member of the audience looked like they had seen a ghost. Many

palm, allowing his short sword

*Bloop* *Blip*

"Yes, yes. You did

That…

he had more

through his body. Astonishment.

enough resources to enter the Bronze Grade, he might not have to worry for a thing well into the

still had the talent to become a Silver

rose out as one. They began

CRIP! TSSS!

sword only lasted

DING!

only lasted

DING!

battle ax managed

staffs rose into the

spine design. Much like each of the clashes before, Jac's weapon was only a fraction the weight

The sound was so jarring that he felt for

wasn't for his