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.

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 and more powerful than it

Another Ranker

only him and his spear left in this world. The sound of the rustling leaves vanished, the battlefield turned wonderland

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 aura of pervasive destruction that shook the soul and imprinted itself onto the

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

Force surging. Without hesitation, all

swords drew a line through the air, meeting

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

and their expressions became dyed with pain. Blood vessels in their eyes popped and their teeth cracked beneath the might of their

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

it was separated by

BANG!

and surrounding foliage and trees. In the distance, the

all stepped into a

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

bare and there was the slight sheen of

"Arm Head!"

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