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.

stop. Jac felt his heart was in his throat as the two weapons were raised against

Then… They collided.

CLANG! CRIP! TSSS! DING!

the ground. Jac watched on with a vacant expression as his knife

them, every member of the audience looked like

palm, allowing his short sword to fly back to his

*Bloop* *Blip*

yes. You did

Tha… That… Metal

personally here in the flesh, he had more knowledge. There was not a single doubt in his mind what he was looking

emotions shot through his body. Astonishment. Shock.

and sold it, let alone enough resources to enter the

talent to become a Silver Grade existence was still unknown, yet he was counting his chickens before they

as one. They began to tremble just like the others but soon stopped to be

CLANG! CRIP!

sword only

DING!

saber 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

jarring that he felt for a

second strike bent Jac's staff out of shape. If it wasn't for his