Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1814: A Challenge from Damien Voss

Rose watched the scene with a serious expression.

”These two are terrifying,” she said.

Max looked at the battle calmly.

”They are strong.”

Rose glanced at him. ”Only strong?”

Max smiled but did not answer.

Rose looked at his expression and immediately understood. To everyone else on the tower, Damian Voss and Rakan Thorne were monsters standing near the peak of the remaining participants.

But Max was not looking at them with fear or worship. He was measuring them, the same way they were measuring each other.

That realization made Rose’s gaze deepen.

The Max she had met on Orion had been confident.

The Max standing beside her now was different.

He had become someone who could stand among the strongest geniuses of the Divine Realm and still think about how to surpass them.

The battle in the sky reached another peak.

Damian’s sword descended.

Rakan’s fists rose.

The tower’s protective formation trembled violently.

The crowd held its breath.

Max stood beside Rose with calm eyes, watching the clash unfold while the first round of the Cosmic Ascension Conference drew closer and closer to its end.

The clash between Damian Voss and Rakan Thorne reached its peak.

Damian’s silver-white sword image descended from above, carrying a sharpness that seemed capable of cutting the sky itself into two clean halves. Rakan’s golden-red war avatar raised both fists and punched upward with a roar that shook the entire floating platform beneath the tower. Sword light and war aura collided in midair, and for a moment, the world seemed to lose all sound as the two forces pressed against each other, neither side willing to retreat.

Then the explosion came.

A terrifying shockwave spread across the sky in all directions, forcing the clouds apart and making the protective formation around the tower flare with dazzling light. Many of the spectators instinctively stepped back, while a few weaker ones almost lost their balance.

The tower groaned under the pressure, and countless cracks appeared on the nearby floating stones, but the formation barely managed to hold.

When the light finally faded, Damian and Rakan were standing several hundred meters apart in the sky.

Damian’s robe was slightly torn at the sleeve, and there was a faint bruise near his shoulder, but his sword remained steady in his hand. Rakan’s fists were covered in shallow sword marks, and a thin line of blood flowed down his arm, but his war aura had not weakened much either.

The two stared at each other in silence for a few breaths, and everyone on the tower held their breath, waiting to see who would attack first.

Rakan suddenly laughed.

”Good sword.”

Damian’s expression remained calm. ”Your fists are not bad either.”

Rakan cracked his neck and lowered his hands slightly. ”If we continue, neither of us will be able to take the other down before the first round ends. Even if one of us wins, the people watching from that tower will become very courageous all of a sudden.”

Several spectators on the tower stiffened when they heard that.

Damian glanced toward the tower faintly. ”True.”

Rakan grinned. ”Then let us call it a draw for now. Next time, we fight without an audience waiting to pick up scraps.”

Damian did not object.

The crowd on the tower immediately erupted.

”A draw!”

”They actually stopped.”

”That makes sense. Both of them are too strong. If they fought to the end, even the winner would have to pay a heavy price.”

”Damian Voss really deserves to be the Sword God Palace’s strongest inheritor.”

”And Rakan Thorne is definitely the fifth warlord. There is no doubt about it now.”

The spectators were still arguing excitedly when Damian suddenly turned his gaze away from Rakan.

His eyes moved toward the tower.

At first, many people thought he was looking at the crowd in general, and quite a few of them became nervous. Even though they had been hyping up the battle from a safe distance, none of them wanted Damian Voss to truly pay attention to them. But very soon, they realized that Damian was not looking at everyone.

He was looking at one person.

Max.

The noise around the tower slowly faded.

One by one, the spectators followed Damian’s gaze and turned toward the white-haired young man standing near Rose.

Rose’s expression changed slightly.

The participant who had spoken to Max earlier froze in place, then slowly widened his eyes as realization struck him.

”Wait...” he muttered. ”White hair...”

Another person swallowed hard. ”That is Max Morgan?”

The words spread through the tower like a spark falling into dry grass.

”Max Morgan is here?”

”He was standing with us the whole time?”

”Damn it, I was talking about him earlier.”

”Then Damian Voss is looking at him because of Dragonheart.”

Rose glanced at Max, but Max’s expression remained calm, as if being discovered by everyone did not matter to him at all.

High in the sky, Damian slowly raised his sword and pointed it toward Max.

”Max Morgan.”

His voice was not loud, but it carried clearly across the distance.

The entire tower became silent.

Damian looked at Max with sharp interest. ”I heard you have the Sword of the Sovereign.”

The crowd immediately became even more tense.

Some looked at Damian. Some looked at Max. Some quietly stepped farther away from Max as if afraid that standing too close to him would drag them into whatever was about to happen.

Max looked at Damian from the tower and smiled faintly taking out the Dragonheart. ”I do.”

Damian’s eyes moved toward Dragonheart.

For a moment, a trace of desire appeared in his gaze, but it was quickly suppressed by battle intent. He did not look like someone who wanted to snatch the sword through shameless means. Instead, he looked like a swordsman who had finally found something worthy of drawing his blade.

”Since you have the Sword of the Sovereign,” Damian said calmly, ”how about you exchange some moves with me?”

The tower exploded with shocked voices.

”He is challenging Max Morgan!”

”Damian just finished fighting Rakan, and now he wants to fight Max?”

”This is insane. The first round is almost over, and we are getting Damian Voss against Max Morgan?”

”Move back. Move back quickly. If they really fight near the tower, the formation might not survive.”

Rose looked at Max with a serious expression. ”Are you going?”

Max glanced at her and smiled.

”Of course.”

Rose frowned slightly. ”Damian Voss is not simple.”

”I know,” Max said calmly.

Then he looked back at Damian.

His smile became a little sharper.

”I was also curious about the Sword God Palace’s strongest genius.”

The moment those words fell, Max stepped forward and rose from the tower.

He did not release an overwhelming aura immediately. He did not summon divine lightning or reveal dragon scales. He simply flew out calmly, white hair moving with the wind, Dragonheart resting at his side. Yet the moment he left the tower, every spectator unconsciously held their breath.

The atmosphere had changed.

Earlier, they had watched Damian and Rakan clash like two peak monsters fighting above the sky. But now, another monster had entered the battlefield.

Rakan Thorne, who had already moved aside, looked at Max with bright eyes and grinned.

”So this is Max Morgan.”

Damian’s gaze remained fixed on Max as he approached.

Max stopped in the air across from him, leaving a wide distance between them.

For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Damian slowly lifted his sword.

Max raised Dragonheart.

The crowd on the tower went completely silent.

The draw between the Sword God Palace’s strongest inheritor and the War God Palace’s fifth warlord had barely ended, and now another battle was about to begin.

Damian Voss against Max Morgan.

Sword God Palace’s genius against the wielder of the Sword of the Sovereign.

And everyone present understood that they might be about to witness something even more terrifying than the battle they had just seen.