Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1365  Difference between mortal and divine realm genius

"I will stop holding back from now on," Adam said, and the moment the words left his mouth, the entire arena responded to him. Lightning surged violently around his body, flooding the hall with blinding blue light as his aura expanded without restraint.

He raised his hand and brought it down, and the first attack descended like judgment itself, a towering column of lightning crashing toward Max with crushing force, heavy and absolute.

Before the lightning could touch him, Max stepped forward and swung his sword once. The blade carried the full authority of his fifth level severing sword concept, and the lightning column split cleanly down the middle, dispersing into nothingness as if it had never existed.

Adam did not hesitate. His second attack followed immediately, faster and sharper than the first. Countless bolts of lightning shot forward in a concentrated barrage, tearing through the air with piercing shrieks as they closed in on Max from multiple angles.

Max's sword moved again, this time in rapid succession, each motion precise and controlled. Every bolt that reached him was cut apart at its core, severed before it could explode, the lightning unraveling and fading as his blade passed through it.

The third attack came right after, overwhelming in scale rather than speed, as a vast wave of lightning surged across the arena floor, threatening to swallow everything in its path.

Max planted his feet and swung his sword in a wide arc, and the wave split apart, parting to either side of him as if repelled by an invisible law.

The battle shifted instantly into a brutal fast paced exchange. Adam became a blur of motion, lightning propelling him from one position to another as he attacked relentlessly, striking from above, from the sides, and from behind.

Some attacks were lightning fast, meant to catch Max off guard, while others were heavy and crushing, designed to overpower him through sheer force.

Max responded to every single one without panic, his sword tracing clean and efficient paths through the air. Each strike of lightning that came close was severed completely, not deflected or resisted, but cut down at its very essence, leaving nothing behind.

Sparks filled the arena, yet none of them touched Max.

Adam pushed harder, his breathing growing heavier as his attacks grew more aggressive. Lightning formed weapons, claws, and arcs that dominated the space around Max, forcing pressure from all directions at once.

The arena echoed with constant impacts as lightning clashed against the invisible cuts released by Max's sword. Despite the overwhelming assault, Max's posture never broke. His movements were minimal, his expression calm, his blade rising and falling with perfect timing as if every attack had already been predicted.

The disciples watching from above felt their hearts pound, because the speed of the exchange had surpassed what most of them could even follow.

The pace escalated again as Adam roared and unleashed everything he had. Lightning exploded outward from his body in violent pulses, filling the arena with oppressive pressure. He attacked continuously, chaining strikes without pause, each one stronger than the last, his lightning no longer restrained by form or structure.

Max met it all head on. His sword became a constant flash, cutting through lightning again and again, the fifth level severing sword concept pushed to its full power. No matter how dominating Adam's attacks became, they could not cross the boundary created by Max's blade.

Finally, Adam leaped back, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with determination and desperation. "Then take this," he shouted, gathering lightning with both hands. The first of his strongest attacks erupted, a condensed sphere of lightning that pulsed violently before launching forward, its power dense enough to distort the air around it.

Max stepped into it and swung once, splitting the sphere apart and erasing it completely. The second followed instantly, a massive lightning construct of a dragon that descended from above, heavy and merciless, meant to crush Max into the ground.

Max raised his sword and cut upward, the construct shattering as if struck by an invisible blade.

Adam screamed as he poured everything he had into the final attack. Lightning flooded the arena, forming a chaotic storm that roared with destructive intent, bolts crashing down from every direction at once in a final attempt to overwhelm Max completely.

For the first time, Max released the full depth of his severing sword concept, his blade moving with absolute authority. In a single, decisive motion, he cut through the storm itself. The lightning froze for a brief instant, then split apart in every direction, fading into silence as the arena was left empty and still.

Adam stood frozen, his lightning gone, his strongest attacks erased without exception, while Max remained standing at the center of the arena, sword lowered, untouched and unshaken, as if the storm had never existed at all.

"Do you want to continue?" Max asked calmly, his sword lowered as he looked at Adam without hostility or contempt, only quiet certainty.

"No," Adam replied after a heavy breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as exhaustion weighed down his body. There was no shame in his voice, only acceptance, because he understood clearly that forcing the battle further would change nothing.

Max nodded lightly and turned away, the outcome already settled in his mind. He had won the battle against Adam with ease, not because Adam lacked talent, but because the gap between them was far deeper than simple cultivation levels.

Adam was strong among mortals, even exceptional by the standards of the Warrior Academy, yet he was still bound by the limits of mortal techniques. From start to finish, Max had not seen a single attack that carried the depth or authority of a true Divine Realm inheritance.

Every lightning technique Adam used, no matter how fast or overwhelming it appeared, originated from mortal understanding, refined perhaps, but still incomplete.

Max understood this difference very clearly. Mortal cultivators who had not stepped into the core inheritance systems of Divine Realm forces could not truly challenge someone like him. Adam was no exception.

Even though he had trained within the Warrior Academy and reached the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm, his foundation was still built on mortal methods. Against that, Max's full release of the fifth level severing sword concept alone was enough to dominate the battle without requiring additional strength.

In Max's judgment, only true disciples of the Black Dragon Palace at the fifth or sixth level of the Rebirth Realm would be able to pressure him seriously. Those disciples were fundamentally different from Adam.

They possessed powerful bloodlines flowing through their bodies, inheritance techniques passed down from Divine Realm experts, and training refined by beings who truly understood the laws of this realm.

Such cultivators were not merely stronger in numbers or realms, but superior in essence, making them far more dangerous than any mortal who happened to stand at the same level of cultivation.