Dimensional Descent

Chapter 2715

Arion looked toward the old Lord Guard, but the latter had already begun to speak again.

"Faelon. Passed the Preliminary Round of the Gathering of Kingdoms on his second bout. Forward."

The Preliminary Round had given everyone three chances to win a single battle. So long as they won one, they could make it to the next round. To say that one had passed on their second bout meant that they had lost one before making it to the next.

The fact that both seemed to have the same record painted the picture that the Ma'at Bubble was at least not forming an unfair pairing and it should be a fair battle.

"You two will be sparring. The winner will be based on a tag system and your weapons, should you need them, will be provided, as they will be blunt. A tag will be based on my count and every battle will last one minute total.

"Now, what weapons, if any, do you need?"

The Half-Spiritual spoke first. "I'll take a saber."

The old Lord Guard looked toward Arion. "I... will take a spear."

"Good."

Soon, the two had their blunt weapons and faced off against one another.

"Begin."

The two shot forward.

A minute sounded like a short time, but in reality, for Seventh Dimensional existences of their caliber, it was enough to exchange several hundred moves and even decide a winner if one was superior enough.

a clear heft to them, and every time they collapsed into one another, their bodies

of assaults, forgetting almost

clear battle junky, his gaze even becoming somewhat

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

seem to hear him and lashed out,

all the air in his lungs leave his body, his torso bending into a U-shape as he was sent flying

and a knee, glaring upward at Arion that

voice boomed, knocking Arion out

confusion as though he had forgotten where

have any blood on it as the blunt

to him

bowed in Faelon's direction, not

I lost myself. Please forgive

with unhappiness, but eventually grunted out

mostly

didn't need loose canons in the military, that

total of 163 to 148. Faelon wins by a narrow

retreated as Alderian called

in a low, cold voice. The only person who heard him was

went on, from time to time there would be a few who stepped out of line like Arion did, but it wasn't very frequent. Sometimes it would occur just once every five, sometimes only once in a hundred, and the situations were

bouts had been fought, the Half-Spirituals had won almost 200 of

without fail, usually within 50 tags, and even that upper bound only occurred

had already understood what was

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