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.

like it was centuries

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

mentioned it with such flare and genuineness, it felt like the Unfettered Blade Party had suddenly become a bunch of children

I wouldn't be

designing his own in the future. How could he not make sure that his

enough!" Aina

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

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

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

moment, he was a sheathed sword and in the next, he had 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 intention to kill. There was no

the blinding light was about to enter a

CLANG! BANG!

even bother to take a single step, nor did he flinch in the face of the Sword Force, he didn't even seem to make an effort. Much like the young man, his hands didn't move and his expressions

Force

watched indifferently as the Spear and Sword Force wrapped around one another before spiraling out of control

sent someone stronger. Your blade isn't cold enough and

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

youth's Sword Force seemed to dim and weaken, even