Dimensional Descent

Leonel turned, his sniper rifle vanishing. The slight sound of a blade sharpening resounded, but what was truly baffling was that Leonel's spear hadn't touched a single thing.

The sound echoed once more, and then again.

It felt like one was watching a master at work, a blade slowly gliding against a whetstone gently. The blade slowly gained an edge of its own, the slight flicker of the master's wrist bending it to his will.

The leisurely expressions of the approaching Rankers grew serious when they heard this sound, but it only seemed to continue.

SHING SHIING SHIIING

Pick up the blade. Gently apply pressure. Glide it back. Lift it up and repeat again.

SHING SHIING SHIIING

The water slowly dripped from the whetstone and the blade, falling to the ground in delicate droplets.

A subtle but fiendish aura began to grow around Leonel's spear. Steam began to rise up from its blade edges. Every time the sound of the blade resounded, the steam only seemed to become denser.

"How many is that?"

A Ranker spoke softly, his gaze having already narrowed. His leisurely attitude vanished and his sword appeared in his hand. Despite the fact he was Ranker 83, he still primed himself to the extreme.

the Star Force characteristics of

purer and more powerful than

refinements…" Another Ranker answered

though there was only him and his spear left in this world. The sound of the

the slightest hint

this single blade seemed to overshadow their decades of hard work, all the efforts of their blood,

group that had been targeted was one of three. Each of their expressions warped to an extreme, their Force surging. Without

through the

blades matches just the Blade Force of Leonel's own, it felt

and their expressions became dyed with pain. Blood vessels in their eyes popped and their teeth cracked beneath the might of their

knowing that if they took even a single step back, they would die here. The difference was too

it was separated by an

BANG!

tore through the earth and surrounding foliage and trees. In the distance, the windows of several pristine and unblemished buildings and homes shattered to pieces, piling onto the growing chaos

they had all stepped into a violent

the battlefield finally cleared, the three youths who had faced the Spear Force together landed on the ground, their breathing heavy and hurried. All

was bare and there was the slight sheen of sweat from an earlier practice session still

"Arm Head!"

were practically palpable. The hidden and observing members of