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

weapon Force several times purer

Six refinements…" Another Ranker

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

out 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

to overshadow their decades of hard work, all the efforts of their blood, sweat and

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

a line through the air, meeting

Force of Leonel's own, it felt

in their eyes popped and their teeth cracked

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

executing it was separated by an impossibly vast

BANG!

gouges tore through the earth and surrounding foliage and trees. In the distance, the windows of several

as though they had all stepped into a violent

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

there was the slight sheen of sweat from an earlier practice session still on his body. Yet, his vitality seemed to be

"Arm Head!"

practically palpable. The hidden and observing members of the other Arms