Dimensional Descent

Leonel's gaze was frighteningly sharp, a suffocating coldness rolling off of his body in waves.

After he crossed the 10 kilometer mark, the difficulty shot up with every increment coming in sets of 10 kilometers.

The truth was that when one was on a planet, assuming a flat surface, 10 kilometers was already far enough for a target to disappear over the curvature of a normally sized planet. As such, even if you could aim further, it was useless unless you had methods to stand in the air.

Obviously, this trial wasn't set on a planet's surface and neither did the Void Palace have the curvature of a planet either. However, even so, the Void Palace had other limitations such as Anarchic Force that didn't allow targeting from so far away.

This was all to say that even the expert archers of the Void Palace didn't have practice aiming at targets that were so far away, even if it was a still target, let alone a target that was moving at five kilometers an hour.

Seeing Leonel skip right to five kilometers, and then immediately to 10 kilometers, left Mallael, Cras and Kysen absolutely tongue tied. Usually in this trial, making it to the five kilometer mark was already an excellent result, but he actually directly skipped over it.

And… it didn't even look like he was finished.

Leonel adjusted the arc of his bow, moving from a straight line and raising it into the air. With a TWANG, he released another arrow, allowing it to beautifully arc through the air.

BANG!

The 20-kilometer target shattered.

became thicker as he pulled it back

flew through the air once again, shattering the 30

a distance, the three archers by his side couldn't even see the

strengthened his bowstring again, his forearm and back rippling as he pulled back and struck again,

The 50-kilometer target shattered.

eyes narrowed. There was no 60-kilometer target. Up ahead, an extra 50 kilometers further, a 100 kilometer target lay.

white-gold light. He could use his Internal

dilated, a hint of a bestial aura rippling off of his body in a concentrated steam. His vision

squeezed his bow construct, crushing it

of his palm, a shimmering bow appeared in his

Lion Bow!

calm as he drew, inhaled, released, and exhaled. His movements were smooth and seemed to fuse into nature itself, the painting of a beautiful scenery causing the thoughts of the three young men to come to a grinding halt albeit for just

BANG!

radiant pillar of light shot into the skies causing the trials

lowered his bow and cast a glance at it for a moment. He hadn't used the White Lion Bow in a very long time, but it felt

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now it seemed to be dissatisfied. But since it wasn't a true Life Grade Bow and was only Quasi Life Grade,

completely different level. Although he didn't form Seventh Dimensional Bow Force, he could whenever he wanted. The only