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.

sort of atmosphere. It was known as . It was a technique that used the Star Force characteristics of Snow Force to refine and strengthen a Blade Force. The continuous and abrasive sliding of Force against Force forced

Force several times purer and more powerful than it was

Another

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

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

they were completely in over their heads. Just this single blade seemed to overshadow their decades of hard work, all the efforts of their blood, sweat and tears, it was all

group that had been targeted was one of three. Each of their expressions warped to an extreme, their Force surging. Without hesitation, all three leapt forward in unison, realizing that if they didn't work

three swords drew a line through the air, meeting at a single

own, it felt

their expressions became dyed with pain. Blood vessels in their eyes popped and their teeth cracked

forward, knowing that if they took even a single step

executing 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

they had all stepped into a violent spatial storm, swaying under

their breathing heavy and hurried. All across their bodies, deep gashes of bloodied wounds even down to the bone

slight sheen of sweat from an earlier practice session still

"Arm Head!"

palpable. The hidden and observing members of the other Arms raised an eyebrow, feeling that this matter was becoming