Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1200  Tanya's Nightmare

Soon, the entire crowd of geniuses formed a wide circle around Max and Mike. Even those who had ascended to the Divine Rank couldn't hide their curiosity.

For them, this was the battle of the generation—the match that would determine who truly stood at the top among all who had entered the Heavenly Lords Secret Domain.

They had all reached the Divine Rank. Their confidence was high, their pride stronger than ever. Many secretly wondered if Max, who was only at the Mythic Rank, could still maintain the overwhelming dominance he once had.

For the first time in months, there was an atmosphere of competition in the air again.

The divine aura of hundreds of geniuses pressed down on the arena-like clearing as they waited for the battle to begin.

Max, however, stood quietly, his expression calm as always. He didn't react to the challenge, nor did he show anger or pride. His golden eyes remained steady, his presence unfazed by the growing noise around him.

He simply observed Mike for a moment, as though evaluating something deeper than the words that had been spoken.

Then, with a faint breath, he said, "A duel, is it?"

The crowd fell silent instantly, every gaze locking on him.

Mike grinned, mistaking Max's calmness for hesitation. "Yes. A duel between the peak of the Divine Rank and the strongest Mythic Rank. Let's see who truly deserves the title of the strongest genius in this domain."

A spark of energy surged between them. The air vibrated faintly, carrying the scent of an impending storm.

Every genius present could feel it—the pressure, the intensity, and the anticipation.

Half a year of silence and cultivation had finally led to this moment. A battle that would shake the entire secret domain was about to begin.

Tanya stood among the gathered geniuses, her gaze fixed on Max and Mike as the tension between the two grew heavier by the second. The others around her whispered excitedly, their voices carrying tones of disbelief, thrill, and curiosity.

To them, this was a rare opportunity—a chance to witness two of the most powerful figures among the younger generation clash in full glory after half a year of seclusion and cultivation.

But unlike the others, Tanya's expression was not one of excitement or anticipation. It was calm, almost grim. Her bright eyes reflected the faint golden light that still lingered in the air from the dissolved Divine Platform, yet beneath that calmness was a storm of conflicting emotions.

She had fought Max before. She had faced him directly, not just as an observer but as his opponent. That battle had left a scar on her pride that time could not heal. It wasn't that she had been weak—far from it.

She had always been among the top geniuses of her world, a golden crowned genius, praised for her talent, her divine bloodline, and her potential to stand at the peak of the younger generation. But when she had faced Max, all of that pride had been crushed effortlessly.

She remembered it vividly. The way he had moved—calm, composed, and utterly merciless. His attacks had carried a weight that made her body tremble even before they landed. It wasn't just raw power that had overwhelmed her; it was the terrifying control he had over it.

He could bend flames, distort space, and shatter the ground without so much as blinking. She hadn't stood a chance.

Moreover she still felt dread recalling the aura of Max when he unleashed all four of his concepts. It was terrifying.

Even back then, Max's strength had felt boundless to her. He had been at the Legend Rank at the time, but the force he unleashed could rival a true Divine Rank cultivator.

It wasn't just an impression—it was a certainty. Her instincts had screamed at her during that fight that no matter what she did, no matter how hard she pushed herself, she would never win.

In the end she fled and made sure to not run into that monstrous devil before the end of the secret domain.

And now, half a year later, seeing him again, she felt that same feeling returning—the same unease in her chest, the same cold awareness that she was standing in the presence of someone who existed on an entirely different level.

Around her, geniuses whispered excitedly about how Mike was at the peak of the Divine Rank now, how his strength had soared during the Divine Platform's trial, and how he might be able to defeat Max this time. Their words felt hollow to Tanya. She couldn't bring herself to believe that.

Even if Max was still only at the eighth level of Mythic Rank, even if he hadn't officially reached the Divine Rank, she had a feeling that none of that mattered.

Her gaze sharpened slightly as she looked at him. Max stood there quietly, surrounded by golden mist that refused to fade away from him completely. His aura was calm, steady, and impossibly deep—like a bottomless ocean that one could look into but never measure.

She tried to sense his energy but found nothing. It was as though his very presence denied perception, like his existence was something the world itself couldn't contain.

She clenched her fists unconsciously. "Even if I were at the Divine Rank back then," she thought silently, "I would still have lost to him."

That truth made her heart heavy. It wasn't despair—it was awe. There was something about him that transcended logic, something that couldn't be explained by cultivation levels or divine rankings.

Tanya's instincts as a cultivator told her one thing clearly: Max didn't have limits.

She looked around at the other geniuses, their eyes gleaming with anticipation as they whispered about Mike's challenge. They were eager, curious, and full of confidence in their newfound divine strength.

They had all reached the Divine Rank within the past half year. Their power had soared to heights they once thought unreachable. They believed they had caught up to the monsters that once stood far above them.

But Tanya knew better.

She knew that this confidence was fragile. She knew that the gulf between them and Max wasn't something that could be bridged by half a year of cultivation, no matter how miraculous the Divine Platform was.

Her eyes didn't leave Max as she thought quietly to herself. "He hasn't even shown his real strength yet. None of us have seen it. We only saw a glimpse of it before."

Her heart began to beat faster as the air grew heavier. The divine pressure from both Max and Mike started to clash faintly, sending ripples through the surroundings.

All around her, geniuses braced themselves, eyes wide with excitement.

But Tanya only sighed softly, her voice lost in the noise of the crowd. "They have no idea what they're about to witness."

Her gaze lingered on Max one last time, and in that moment, her earlier certainty deepened into conviction.

No matter what level of cultivation he stood at, Max wasn't someone who could be measured by ordinary standards. His strength wasn't defined by ranks or titles. It was something far beyond them—something that could shatter every rule the world believed in.

And Tanya couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be anyone capable of standing as his equal.