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.

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

several times purer and more powerful

refinements…" Another

him and his spear left in this world. The sound of the rustling

there was just the slightest

blade seemed to overshadow their decades of hard

of their expressions warped to an extreme, their Force surging.

three swords drew a line through the air,

own, it felt as though they had been swallowed up

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

knowing that if they took even a single step back, they would die

it was separated by

BANG!

shards of Natural Spear Force spiraled into the surroundings. Deep gouges 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

all stepped into a violent spatial storm, swaying under the whims of deep

the three youths who had 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 bone could

was bare and there was the slight sheen of

"Arm Head!"

excitement of both the fallen and spectating members of the Healing Arm were practically palpable. The hidden and observing members of the other