Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1484  Rushing Through the Combat Tower!

From this encounter, Max quickly understood the pattern of the Combat Tower. The enemies ahead would not be random illusions or simple projections. They were fragments of real warriors who had once challenged the tower and left behind part of their existence.

Each fragment carried the battle experience and techniques of its original owner, even if their cultivation was suppressed to match the floor's requirement. That realization did not intimidate him. Instead, it sharpened his focus.

Without pause, Max ascended to the thirty second floor, then the thirty third, and continued upward. On each floor, a new opponent awaited him. Their cultivations began at the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm but gradually rose as he climbed.

By the time he reached the fortieth floor, his opponents were at the sixth level. Their techniques grew more profound, their control over laws more mature, and their combat instincts sharper. Some specialized in blade arts that split the air with terrifying precision, others wielded destructive elemental abilities that shook the arena.

Yet Max dismantled them one after another with unwavering composure. Sometimes he relied on overwhelming physical strength, sometimes on precise law suppression, and occasionally on subtle dimensional manipulation. Each battle ended swiftly.

As he advanced past the fiftieth and sixtieth floors, the strength of his opponents rose to the seventh and then the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm. The pressure in the tower intensified with each ascent.

The arenas themselves seemed to respond to the rising difficulty, becoming larger and more complex, filled with terrains that favored different combat styles. Still, Max did not slow down. His aura remained steady, his breathing even. He adapted effortlessly, crushing sword masters, spear wielders, elemental experts, and body refinement cultivators alike.

Every opponent fought with the pride of a true warrior, yet none could halt his advance.

When he crossed into the seventieth and eightieth floors, the enemies standing before him had reached the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm. Their presence was imposing, their law comprehension bordering on the threshold of the next great realm.

Each of them represented a peak existence within Rebirth Realm. The battles became more intense, the clashes of energy more violent, and the shockwaves more devastating. However, even against such opponents, Max displayed no hesitation.

His combat power far surpassed his displayed cultivation. He suppressed them with overwhelming force, broke through their techniques with precise counters, and shattered their defenses without mercy.

Floor after floor, his victories accumulated. There was no rest, no sign of exhaustion, no hesitation in his movements. The observers outside watched in growing disbelief as his name continued to rise higher on the tower's ranking display. The eightieth floor fell. Then the eighty fifth. Then the eighty ninth.

Finally, Max stepped onto the ninetieth floor. By then, he had defeated opponent after opponent, each one at the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm, each one a fragment of a real warrior whose strength would dominate ordinary cultivators. Yet none of them had managed to slow him down. His ascent had been relentless, steady, and absolute.

Outside the Combat Tower, the atmosphere had fallen into complete silence. Every screen displayed Max's figure as he advanced from one floor to the next, and even the elders who had witnessed countless disciples attempt this trial over the years found themselves at a loss for words.

They had seen prodigies struggle, they had seen peak talents rise slowly through fierce battles, yet what unfolded before them now felt entirely different. It was not merely the fact that Max was ascending. It was the manner in which he did so.

He did not climb the tower step by step with visible strain or narrow victories. He rushed through it. From the thirty first floor onward, every opponent that appeared before him was a soul fragment of a real warrior from the Divine Realm. These were not hollow illusions or simple constructs.

Each fragment carried genuine combat experience and refined techniques. Yet in Max's hands, they seemed no different from puppets made of straw. He crushed them with overwhelming strength, shattered their techniques with ease, and ended their existence without allowing them to display even half of their prowess.

"Damn, this Max is simply a monster!" Seraphina Vale could no longer maintain her earlier composure. The arrogance she once held when comparing Isabella to Max had completely dissolved. Isabella was indeed a true genius when placed among her peers, a rising star within their domain, but standing beside someone like Max made that comparison painfully unfair.

The difference was too vast. Isabella might shine brightly, yet Max burned like a blazing sun that eclipsed all others. Seraphina finally understood that placing them on the same scale had been a mistake from the beginning. Isabella stood no chance against him.

Among everyone present, the most shaken was Joe. Not long ago, he had confidently wagered against the seven family heads, declaring that Max would never cross the eightieth floor. In his mind, the gap between potential and actual achievement was always significant.

However, Max had not merely crossed the seventieth and eightieth floors. He had stormed through them as though the opponents standing there were insignificant insects. Those warriors at the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm, fragments of true Divine Realm cultivators, were overwhelmed in direct clashes and dismantled without delay.

Joe found himself unable to even process the loss of the bet. At the same time, the seven family heads who had won the wager did not react with celebration either. Their gazes were fixed firmly on the screens, their expressions heavy with seriousness.

What they were witnessing had surpassed the realm of simple pride or satisfaction. Max was advancing through the floors above the eightieth with such speed that it felt as though he were racing against time itself.

From the thirty first floor all the way to the ninetieth, his path resembled a massacre. Each arena became a battlefield where he stood like a relentless executioner. He was calm, decisive, and unstoppable. The opponents that once would have halted even elite disciples were swept aside in moments. To the spectators, he resembled a killing god descending upon the tower, cutting down every challenger in his way.

Only when he reached the ninetieth floor did the momentum finally pause. The tower itself seemed to take longer to respond, as though it needed additional time to forge the opponent worthy of standing before him.

For the first time since his relentless ascent began, there was a brief stillness. Yet even that silence carried tension, because everyone present understood that what awaited on the ninetieth floor would not be ordinary.

"This Max… If I am not wrong, his talent and potential could be compared to the geniuses of the first rate forces in the Divine Realm." Joe finally spoke, his voice low yet heavy with meaning. His eyes did not leave the screen as he uttered those words.

For someone of his status to make such an assessment was not something done lightly. He had witnessed countless disciples rise and fall. He had seen peak talents emerge from powerful clans and crumble when faced with true pressure. Yet what Max had displayed inside the Combat Tower forced him to reevaluate everything he thought he understood about the younger generation.

The moment his words fell, the seven family heads felt as though a silent thunderbolt had struck their minds. Their expressions stiffened, and for a brief moment none of them spoke. The Divine Realm was vast and merciless, and within it the first rate forces stood at the pinnacle.

The geniuses nurtured by such forces were monsters among monsters, individuals whose names could shake entire regions. To compare Max to that level of talent was no small praise. It was an acknowledgment that his potential extended far beyond their current domain.

They had always believed in Max's strength, which was why they had shown such confidence earlier. However, hearing Joe, a man known for his strict standards and sharp judgment, openly admit that Max's talent could rival those legendary figures from the first rate forces sent a deep tremor through their hearts.

What they had regarded as extraordinary within their own circle was now being placed on a stage that belonged to the true elite of the Divine Realm.

Their gazes returned to the screen where Max stood calmly on the ninetieth floor, waiting for his next opponent. At that moment, the weight of Joe's words settled in their minds.

If his assessment was accurate, then Max was not merely a rising star within their families. He was someone destined to step into a far greater arena, one where only the most terrifying geniuses could stand.