Dimensional Descent

5X James picked at his ears. "I don't know what that means, but if you're going to fight, I hope you have something better than this. If taking you down is too easy, how am I going to have the face to see the guys again? I need you to make me nice and bloody, preferably half dead."

Aina was a long distance away from James' battlefield, supporting the others, but she was still paying keen attention in case anything went wrong. She wasn't entirely certain of how powerful James was although Leonel had said it would be fine. But hearing him speak like this her lip couldn't help but twitch.

He and Leonel were really too similar, too good at pissing people off, and had mouths that were too smart for their own good.

Elorin didn't say anything to James' words.

Innate battle instinct wasn't something that was tangible or even a widely accepted concept, it was something he had only heard his grandfather talk about. Old Hutch used to say that there were simply some people in existence who had talent in battle that didn't conform with common sense.

In truth, James' talent was bound to come out in one way or another. It was clear to everyone by now that the Gene Assessment wasn't a casual measure taken by the Ascension Empire, they knew that it could point them in the direction of talents that they could then preserve and save from the massacre.

Five Star Professions were especially rare, even in entertainment professions. On the entire Royal Blue Academy football team, only Leonel and James were Five Star.

However, what was confusing was that while Leonel received an S-Class evaluation after leaving the Mayan Tomb, James only received an A-Class evaluation. Of course, that was still far better than most of Leonel's other teammates that only received C and B-Class evaluations, but it was a hint disappointing for a Five Star.

By now, those evaluations were quite useless as many had evolved far beyond those original markers, but they were still a baseline foundation for denoting potential.

difficult to pinpoint, a talent buried in

a subtle action, but his

Emperor Fawkes was, he was only operating under a possible worst case scenario. But since things had reached this point, there was simply no avoiding it. He would make one final push. Since the Cloud Race was useless, he would do it himself, and if he failed,

Elorin, with his current speed, crossing a kilometer didn't even take him a single second. In his base state, he could accelerate time by two times. Meaning, so long as he bought some time

three from addition causalities-he would need to reset and then

That said...

this as easily as breathing and he could do it practically forever

with

four-layering of Elorin's strikes became five seamlessly. It was hardly more difficult, almost as though he had

This had already become a battle that Noah and

BANG! BANG! BANG!

dancing across the ruins of the palace as they glided

six?"

once again. Seven Elorin's danced around James, each one just as real as

own aura flourished, pieces of solidified energy shields slamming

but what was shocking was that the very Force of the punch solidified a distance

"How about ten?"

collide with him, rattling his inner