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 the Luxnix that could brew this 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

Force several times purer

refinements…" Another Ranker

the moment Leonel swung his blade, 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

out in a blinding light of white, gold and silver. If one looked closely, there was just the slightest hint

the Rankers realized that 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

one of three. Each of their expressions warped to an extreme, their Force surging. Without hesitation, all three

drew a line through the

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

Blood vessels in their eyes popped and

they took even a single

and executing it was

BANG!

the distance, the windows of several pristine and unblemished buildings and homes

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

finally cleared, 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

their savior stood. His torso was bare and there was the slight sheen of sweat from an earlier practice

"Arm Head!"

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