Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1820: First Round - 2

The randomizer spun again.

[Battle Seven]

[Hector Marrow vs Yulina Starbloom]

Hector was a bone-armored warrior with a cruel fighting style, while Yulina used star-thread techniques that looked delicate but were extremely dangerous. Hector tried to overwhelm her with brutal attacks, but Yulina’s star threads gradually wrapped around his weapon, then his arms, then his body. The more he struggled, the tighter the threads became.

After a short but intense fight, Yulina’s star threads forced Hector’s knees to bend, and a shining thread stopped at his neck.

[Winner: Yulina Starbloom.]

[Hector Marrow Eliminated.]

The eighth battle was even faster.

[Battle Eight]

[Draven Hollow vs Mirael Sunveil]

Draven attempted to use illusion techniques, but Mirael’s sunfire burned through his false images almost immediately. Within twenty exchanges, he was forced off balance and defeated by a palm of golden flame.

[Winner: Mirael Sunveil.]

[Draven Hollow Eliminated.]

As battle after battle passed, the tension in the arena continued to build.

The top geniuses had not moved yet.

Damian Voss remained on his pillar.

Rakan Thorne remained on his pillar.

Orion Starfall, Kaiden Voidmere, Ervin, Rosaline, and several other frightening figures were still waiting. Even Max had not been called. That made many people even more nervous because each spin of the randomizer could drag any one of them onto the stage.

Then the randomizer spun for the ninth time.

The golden names moved faster than before.

Finally, two names stopped and enlarged above the stage.

[Battle Nine]

[Max Morgan vs Arvian Dreadspire]

The entire arena fell silent for a breath.

Then the whispers erupted.

”Max Morgan.”

”It is his turn already.”

”Who is Arvian Dreadspire?”

”I have heard of him. He is from the Dreadspire Clan, a powerful demon-blooded family. He survived the first round by hunting smaller groups alone.”

”That is unlucky for him.”

”Do not say that too quickly. Anyone who reached the final hundred is not weak.”

On his pillar, Max looked at the name calmly.

Arvian Dreadspire stood on another pillar across the arena. He was a tall young man with ash-gray skin, black horns, and dark red markings crawling across his neck. His aura was gloomy and heavy, and when he saw that his opponent was Max, his expression became extremely ugly for a moment before he forced himself to calm down.

Angelina Valerius looked toward both of them.

”Max Morgan. Arvian Dreadspire. Enter the stage.”

Two beams of light descended.

Max did not resist the transfer.

The next moment, he appeared on one side of the central arena, Dragonheart resting quietly at his waist. Opposite him, Arvian appeared with a long black spear in his hand. The barrier around the central stage lit up again, and the names above the arena glowed brightly.

[Battle Nine Begins.]

Arvian stared at Max with a solemn expression.

He knew Max’s reputation. Everyone here knew Max’s reputation by now. But surrendering without fighting was not something he could accept. He had survived the first round, reached the final hundred, and carried the pride of his clan. Even if he lost, he had to at least make a move.

Max looked at him calmly.

”Are you going to surrender?” he asked.

Arvian’s face twitched slightly.

”Do not look down on me too much, Max Morgan.”

Max smiled faintly. ”Then come.”

On the pillars, everyone focused their attention on the stage.

Arvian Dreadspire tightened his grip around his long black spear.

He had already heard too many rumors about Max Morgan, and none of them were comforting. Some said Max had killed Selene Vaeloria. Some said he had forced Seraphine and Fin to end themselves. Some said he had cut down Morgana Starveil from Stellar Templar with one sword.

Some said he had exchanged sword moves with Damian Voss without losing. Arvian did not know which rumors were exaggerated and which were true, but standing opposite Max on the central stage, he understood one thing clearly. The white-haired young man before him did not look nervous at all.

That calmness made Arvian even more uneasy.

”Do not think I will go down easily,” Arvian said in a deep voice.

Max looked at him calmly. ”Then show me.”

Arvian roared.

Dark red energy erupted from his body, and the markings on his neck spread across his face like burning cracks. He stomped forward, and the entire central stage trembled under his charge. His spear stabbed out like a black dragon, carrying a heavy demonic pressure that would have forced most opponents to retreat instantly.

Max did not move.

The spear arrived before him in an instant.

Only then did Max raise his hand.

He did not draw Dragonheart.

He simply stretched out two fingers and caught the spearhead between them.

The arena fell silent.

Arvian’s expression changed wildly. He pushed forward with both hands, but the spear did not move at all. It was as if the weapon had been nailed into the void by Max’s fingers. The dark red energy around the spear surged violently, but Max’s hand remained steady, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

”What?” Arvian muttered in disbelief.

Max looked at him. ”Too weak.”

Before Arvian could react, Max twisted his fingers.

Crack!

The spearhead shattered.

Arvian’s eyes widened, but Max had already stepped forward. His movement was not flashy. It was not even particularly exaggerated. He simply crossed the distance between them in one step and struck Arvian’s chest with his palm.

Boom!

Arvian’s body flew backward like a broken meteor.

He crashed into the barrier at the edge of the arena, and the impact made the entire protective dome ripple violently. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and the dark red markings across his body dimmed at once. He tried to stand, but his knees buckled before he could stabilize himself.

Max remained where he was.

From beginning to end, he had not drawn Dragonheart.

The sight made many participants on the pillars fall completely silent.

Angelina Valerius glanced at Arvian for a moment, then announced calmly, ”Arvian Dreadspire is unable to continue.”

[Winner: Max Morgan.]

[Arvian Dreadspire Eliminated.]

A beam of light descended and removed Arvian from the stage.

Max was transferred back to his pillar a moment later, his expression calm as if the battle had not even warmed him up. The participants who had been wondering whether his reputation was exaggerated could no longer say anything.

Even if Arvian was not one of the peak monsters, he had still survived until the final hundred. Yet against Max, he had not even been able to force Dragonheart out of its sheath.