Dimensional Descent

It was no wonder the crowd was stunned. [Meteoric Impact] was a Tier 7 technique, just learning it in the first place was something only blue belts with months of training could accomplish. It was one of the most powerful and devastating techniques Valiant Heart had access to, period.

But, to not only use it, but to use it with such a precise delay and such fine control left those who wielded spears feeling at a loss.

They had all seen it clearly. The spear and katana came into contact first. They even had time to see Leonel balance the tip of his spear on the katana's blade edge. Only then did [Meteoric Impact] activate.

But, wasn't this technique supposed to rely on momentum, speed and explosiveness? How could you accomplish all those things if you took a pause?

Leonel walked forward, the heat on his body leaving Jeren's body a blistering red. It was as though his presence alone just might burn the latter to ash, leaving him drifting in the wind no differently from Nigmir.

BANG!

A scorching foot was left imprinted onto Jeren's chest as he soared out of the arena. He twitched and writhed, his situation being even worse than Dune before.

Leonel raised his spear, pointing toward the remaining ten Bear Rose members.

"I don't need ten minutes. Hurry up and get up here, or else I'll come down to you."

Space continued to bend and quake. Fine black lines rained down, making the knees of all those in Leonel's presence bend. Maybe the only one who seemed completely unaffected was Aina herself. But, somewhat ironically, it was because of her such a thing was happening to begin with.

Leonel hadn't planned on unleashing his wrath in this way. But, at this moment, if he didn't vent he felt like he really might implode.

BANG!

wait any

the platform, tearing a path toward

choose to do such a thing. Even the elders were at a loss to deal with what was happening right now. But, they were also well aware

throwing two white belts onto the stage, was the exact moment everyone realized that this so-called Selection was nothing but a

so-called rules were nothing more than a thin veneer, enveloping

feeling the pressure

attacks. But, his spear pierced forward just as many times, a flow of golden light

a moment, it looked like Leonel had split into four people,

their weapons with a speed and deftness that numbed the mind. Even pressed by so many

were just no obstacles left before him, no enemies to fight, no looming danger to worry about, would he still have to feel this way? Would she still have to feel

a wheel and

evident in their eyes. The destruction Leonel was levying against Bear Rose was the likes of which they had never seen from a white belt. It was the

to life as

into a crater under

Bear Rose members felt as though a boulder had

field? How could it be so powerful? These sort of area of effect abilities shouldn't be so strong in the hands

only seemed to get faster. Illusory wings spread from his back, radiating out white and deep golds

through a chest. Before the Bear Rose member could even react

onto the shoulder of a female