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.

heft to them, and every time they collapsed into one another, their bodies would bow

of assaults, forgetting almost instantly

clear battle junky, his gaze even becoming somewhat blurred

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

lashed out, his blunt spear tip

his lungs leave his body, his torso bending

foot and a knee, glaring upward at Arion that

voice boomed, knocking Arion out of

confusion as

any blood on it

flooded back to him and

direction, not in subservience, but in

sorry, I lost

but eventually grunted

no lethal blows dealt, he chose to let it slide. Though, he had mostly chosen to do so because his Lordship had said to go easy on them. If these were military training grounds, he would have already sent

didn't need loose canons in the military, that was

of tags was in a total of 163 to 148. Faelon wins by a

retreated as Alderian called forward

spoke in a low, cold voice. The only person who heard him was Aina, and she looked toward him with an odd glint in

Sometimes it would

the time 300 bouts had been fought, the Half-Spirituals had won almost 200 of them, and of those 300, there

even that upper bound only occurred when the duo

what was

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