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.

Star Force characteristics of Snow Force to refine and strengthen a Blade Force. The continuous and abrasive sliding of Force against Force forced

purer and more powerful than it was

Another Ranker

it was as though there was only him and his spear left in this world. The sound of the rustling leaves vanished, the battlefield turned wonderland lost its splendor, it was even difficult to feel the heat coming

in a blinding light of white, gold and silver. If one looked closely, there was just the slightest hint of crimson as well, belying an aura

over their heads. Just this single blade seemed to overshadow their decades of hard work, all the efforts

to an extreme, their Force surging. Without hesitation, all three leapt forward in unison, realizing that if they didn't work

a line through the air, meeting at a single

Leonel's own, it felt as though they had been swallowed

with pain. Blood vessels in their eyes popped and their teeth

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

Understanding something and executing it was separated by an impossibly vast

BANG!

distance,

they had all stepped into a violent spatial storm, swaying

faced the Spear Force together landed on the ground, their breathing heavy and hurried. All across their bodies, deep gashes of bloodied wounds even down to the

them, a young man who could be considered their savior stood. His torso was bare and there was the slight sheen of sweat from an earlier practice session still on his body. Yet,

"Arm Head!"

and observing members of the other Arms raised an eyebrow, feeling that