Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

”Good fight,” Damian said with a smile.

Revona let out a light breath and nodded. ”He was stronger than I expected.”

Anna walked closer and looked her over briefly. ”You won, but you also showed a lot.”

Revona smiled helplessly. ”He forced me to. If I’d held back too much, I might have lost.”

Daniel nodded from the side. ”You made the right call. In the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage, hiding your strength matters, but winning matters more once the fight’s already started.”

Max looked at Revona calmly. ”Your eyes have gotten even stronger.”

”Would that be enough to nullify your last attack?” she asked with a smile.

Max shrugged. He knew exactly which attack she meant, but it didn’t matter. He’d already figured out how to counter her abilities, and with his void rings backing him up, things would go a lot easier against her.

Revona’s eyes moved slightly, but she didn’t say anything.

On the Dragon Race side, Virgil got teleported back too. His expression looked ugly, his fists clenched tight. His true body hadn’t taken any damage, but the humiliation of losing in front of so many people was far harder to swallow than any physical wound.

He’d used his Half-Dragon Transformation, then revealed his Pseudo Cosmic Path, and still lost to Revona. For a Dragon Race genius, that wasn’t something he could easily accept.

Bregor looked at him with a cold expression but didn’t scold him in public.

”Stand back,” he said.

Virgil lowered his head and stepped behind him.

Bregor then looked toward Daniel. ”Your side took the first match. Not bad.”

Daniel smiled faintly. ”It’s only the first match.”

”Right,” Bregor said, his golden pupils narrowing slightly. ”There are still two more.”

The mood around the Battle Space grew even more heated after Revona’s win. The first battle had already proved these newcomers weren’t ordinary. Revona’s Void Origin Eyes had shocked plenty of spectators, especially when she used Void Origin Realm and suppressed Virgil’s Pseudo Cosmic Path.

Some people had come only to watch a simple wager between Daniel and Bregor, but their attitudes had shifted now. The Primordial newcomers were stronger than expected, and the second battle suddenly carried a lot more weight.

If the Primordial side won again, the bet would end right there. If the Dragon Race won the second match, everything would come down to the third battle.

That made Damian’s fight extremely important now.

Daniel turned toward Damian. ”You’re up.”

Damian nodded calmly. His expression didn’t show much nervousness, but his gaze had sharpened. After watching Revona’s battle, he understood the Dragon Race newcomers weren’t simple.

Virgil had only been the first contestant, yet he’d already carried Half-Dragon Transformation and a Pseudo Cosmic Path. The second opponent might not run any weaker than him. In fact, given how Bregor had set the order, the next Dragon Race genius might turn out even more troublesome.

Anna stepped closer and said in a serious voice, ”Don’t underestimate them. The Dragon Race lost the first match, so they won’t send someone weak for the second. They’ll push hard to force a third battle no matter what.”

Damian nodded. ”I know.”

Revona looked at him and said softly, ”Their bodies run extremely tough. Even if you hurt them, don’t assume the wound’s enough. Virgil kept pushing forward even after my attacks erased part of his defense.”

”I saw that,” Damian replied. ”I’ll be careful.”

Max stayed silent for a moment before saying, ”Don’t let him control the rhythm. Dragons like direct pressure, but once they seize momentum, their bodies make that momentum hard to break.”

Damian glanced at Max, then smiled lightly. ”That sounds like advice from experience.”

Max’s expression didn’t change. ”Something like that.”

On the other side, one of the Dragon Race newcomers stepped forward. He stood slightly taller than Virgil, with silver-gray scales covering his arms and spreading up the sides of his face. His hair was black, his eyes pale gold, and two sharp horns curved backward from his forehead.

Unlike Virgil, who’d carried a wild and direct aura, this dragon’s presence felt calmer and more restrained. But that restraint made him seem more dangerous. His dragon aura stayed tightly controlled, and every step he took felt measured.

Bregor looked at him and said, ”Aldric, you’re taking the second battle.”

The Dragon Race newcomer nodded. ”Understood.”

Then he walked toward the registration platform and looked across at Damian. ”I’m Aldric of the Dragon Race. Come.”

Damian stepped forward without hesitation. ”I’m Damian of the Primordial Universe.”

Aldric studied him for a moment, then said calmly, ”Virgil lost because he got too impatient. I won’t make the same mistake.”

Damian smiled faintly. ”That makes this better.”

The registration platform responded the moment both of them stood in front of it. Two beams of light rose from their marks and merged into the runes above the Battle Space. The floating notice shifted again, and new words appeared clearly for everyone in the plaza to see.

[Second Battle: Damian of the Primordial Universe against Aldric of the Dragon Race.]

The crowd stirred once more. A lot of people who’d been discussing Revona’s victory immediately went quiet and turned their attention back to the arena. The Primordials watched Damian with hope, while the Dragon Race members looked at Aldric with renewed confidence.

Devils smiled coldly, hoping the second battle would turn out even more brutal than the first. The angels watched in silence, and the Spirit Race members whispered among themselves, still curious about just how strong this batch of Primordial newcomers actually was.

On the raised viewing platform, Shreya’s gaze moved from Revona to Damian.

Daniel folded his arms too, his expression calm but attentive.

Anna took a slow breath. ”Now we’ll see if the Primordial side can end this in two battles.”

Max looked toward the Battle Space entrance. The runes around the circular fortress began to shine again. A formation opened beneath Damian’s feet. At the same time, another formation appeared beneath Aldric.

Damian glanced once at Max, Revona, and Anna before turning back to his opponent. His expression stayed composed, no fear in his eyes.

Aldric stood across from him, his pale golden pupils cold and steady.

The next moment, both formations flashed. Damian and Aldric vanished from the plaza at the same time.