Dimensional Descent

The atmosphere froze, and those who had managed to come over in time to watch found their chests constricted.

However, at that moment, Leonel blinked, his head turning toward Aina.

"I feel like I just got transported into some low budget martial arts movie, is it just me?"

Aina, whose expression had turned somewhat serious, couldn't help but falter. Her soft lips rolled over themselves as she tried to hold back her laughter.

Leonel was a fan of cool uniforms, but this was too much. In fact, it bordered on tacky and even crossed over the line somewhat.

Half closed eyes, arrogant expression, cold aura, and those pure white robes? Leonel almost wanted to gag. Cool uniforms were fine, but how could you go out in public like this?

"I'm pretty sure this is how everyone from the Unfettered Blade Party dresses," Aina said lightly, trying to stay serious.

"All of them? Did no one tell them that they look ridiculous?"

Aina couldn't seem to take it anymore, an adorable snort leaving her nose completely out of her control. She couldn't maintain her serious expression anymore even if she wanted to. In the end, she doubled over in laughter, hitting Leonel's arm.

Those that were spectating couldn't help but put on weird expressions before their eyes landed on the white robed youth. No one had ever really spoken about it before, but these robes really were a bit too tacky. Unlike the official Void Palace robes with had a bit of modern flare to them, the Unfettered Blade Party official uniform hadn't changed in generations.

it was centuries

man and women that wore it. It really looked like all of them were trying to become the main characters

flare and genuineness, it felt like the Unfettered Blade Party had

uniform that bad, please let me know in advance. I wouldn't

every intention of designing his own in

alright—that's enough!" Aina wheezed, pushing

Leonel had done this on purpose. With how well Leonel understood people, if what he wanted to do was de-escalate the situation, he would have taken a much different approach. Clearly, though, he was provoking this young man and he didn't seem to care that he was slapping the

young man stood unmoved, but it was clear by the sound of swords in the air that his mood had shifted. From a cold indifference, there was

waste time on pleasantries, he didn't even seem to take a breath or a

unleashed it, a blinding light tearing through the spear and appearing before Leonel in the blink of an eye. It was clear that he had every

blinding light was about to enter a five-meter radius of Leonel,

CLANG! BANG!

the face of the Sword Force, he didn't even

what was shocking was the fact that Leonel's Fifth Dimensional Spear Force countered what was clearly Sixth Dimensional Sword Force without much difficulty

wrapped around one another before

they probably should have sent someone stronger. Your blade isn't cold

was decidedly sharp. The words echoed through their ears, stirring something deep within them, even without understanding how they subconsciously felt that he was

Sword Force seemed to dim and weaken, even the sounds of sharpening blades