Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1868: Max vs Kaiden!

Then the randomizer began spinning again.

The giant screen above the arena flashed with countless names.

Rakan Thorne.

Aurelian Lareth.

Orion Starfall.

Ervin.

Revona.

Damian Voss.

Kaiden Voidmere.

Max Morgan.

Selene Vaeloria.

Rosaline Lunara.

Morgana Starveil.

The light slowed.

The first name stopped.

[Max Morgan]

The entire arena became alert.

Even before the second name appeared, the atmosphere had already changed. Whenever Max’s name appeared now, the Divine Realm paid attention. He had defeated Rosaline, crushed Rakan in body strength, forced Selene to surrender without fighting, and continued gathering wins without revealing everything.

Every battle involving him carried the possibility of another hidden card being shown.

Then the second name slowed.

It passed over Damian Voss.

It passed over Revona.

It passed over Ervin.

Finally, it stopped.

[Kaiden Voidmere]

The screen enlarged both names at once.

[Final Competitive Stage]

[Max Morgan vs Kaiden Voidmere]

For a moment, the arena went completely silent.

Then the shock spread like a wave.

Max Morgan against Kaiden Voidmere.

This was not merely another battle between undefeated participants. This was a collision between two people connected by something far deeper than the tournament rankings. Kaiden Voidmere was the supreme genius of the Grand Void Sanctum, a force whose understanding of space and void stood among the highest in the Divine Realm.

He had moved through the final stage with terrifying ease, folding space, collapsing movement paths, and making opponents lose the very road beneath their feet before their attacks could land.

Max, however, was different.

Max had also walked the path of space.

Max had cultivated the Void Genesis Art.

And the more he had watched Kaiden fight, the more certain he had become of one thing.

The master who had given him the Void Genesis Art was the same master Kaiden had.

They had the same teacher.

They had walked the same path in the Space Concept.

Perhaps their branches had developed differently. Perhaps Kaiden had learned openly under the Grand Void Sanctum, while Max had inherited the Void Genesis Art through a much stranger path. But the source, the rhythm, and the foundation carried the same invisible mark.

Every time Kaiden folded space, every time he collapsed distance, and every time he stepped through a void gap without disturbing the surface of the world, Max could feel the echo of the same inheritance inside his own Space Concept.

Kaiden Voidmere slowly opened his eyes.

On his pillar, a faint silver-gray ripple spread around him.

He looked toward Max.

For the first time in a long while, a small smile appeared on Kaiden’s face.

”So our battle finally came.”

Max looked back at him calmly.

”Yes.”

The surrounding participants immediately noticed the difference.

Rakan Thorne crossed his arms and grinned. ”These two know something we do not.”

Orion Starfall, still pale but recovering, smiled with interest. ”That expression from Kaiden is rare.”

Morgana Starveil tilted her head. ”Now this is interesting. That is not the look of two strangers meeting in battle.”

Aurelian Lareth’s expression turned colder. Anything that revealed another hidden depth of Max made his mood worse, and Kaiden was not a weak opponent. If Max defeated Kaiden too, then his position in the final rankings would become even more terrifying.

At the Black Dragon Clan, the disciples erupted with excitement and nervousness.

”Max is fighting Kaiden Voidmere!”

”Kaiden has not lost once!”

”He is from the Grand Void Sanctum. His void and space techniques are insane.”

”Max has space power too, right?”

”He used dimensional abilities before. Maybe this battle will show more of it.”

Lady Virelia stood quietly before the giant screen, her eyes fixed on Max’s figure.

The seven family heads also grew solemn. They had seen Max use spatial power before, but Kaiden Voidmere was different from ordinary space cultivators. He had the backing of the Grand Void Sanctum, one of the most mysterious first-rate forces in the Divine Realm, and his control of space had looked effortless throughout the final stage.

At another distant viewing platform surrounded by folded space and silver-gray mist, the disciples of the Grand Void Sanctum watched with rare seriousness.

Kaiden was their pride.

He rarely spoke, rarely showed emotion, and rarely needed to use much strength against others. His victories were quiet, clean, and almost impossible to understand for anyone who did not cultivate space.

But now he had been matched with Max Morgan, the black dragon genius who had shaken the entire conference again and again.

Inside the Eternal Hourglass, Angelina Valerius raised her hand.

”Max Morgan.”

Her gaze shifted.

”Kaiden Voidmere.”

The transfer light began gathering above both pillars.

”Enter the stage.”

Two beams of light descended.

Max appeared on one side of the central stage, his white hair moving gently as the space around him settled.

Kaiden appeared opposite him, silver-gray robes fluttering softly, his calm eyes carrying a rare brightness. Unlike many other opponents, he did not immediately release oppressive aura. Instead, he looked at Max as if he was looking at someone familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

For several breaths, neither of them moved.

Then Kaiden spoke first.

”You have Void Genesis Art.”

The words were quiet, but they struck like thunder among those who understood their meaning.

Max looked at him calmly.

”I do.”

Kaiden’s eyes became deeper. ”I sensed it before, but I was not completely certain. Now that we stand on the same stage, there is no mistake.”

Max smiled faintly. ”I also sensed it from your techniques.”

Kaiden nodded. ”Then you understand.”

Max’s gaze sharpened slightly.

”Yes. The master who gave me Void Genesis Art is the same master behind your path.”

A wave of whispers spread across the participant pillars.

Same master.

Same path.

Same source.

The meaning behind those words was not small.

Kaiden looked at Max for a moment, then said, ”In the Grand Void Sanctum, very few people are allowed to approach that inheritance directly. Even among those who do, most only touch the outer shell. You are not from the sanctum, yet your foundation carries the core rhythm. That is why I called you junior brother before.”

Max remembered that moment.

Kaiden had sensed it long ago.

He had not said everything then, but the meaning had been clear.

Max looked at him and asked, ”Then are you my senior brother?”

Kaiden smiled faintly. ”Perhaps. Or perhaps we are both only people walking beneath the shadow of the same master.”

Max’s smile grew slightly. ”That sounds more accurate.”

Kaiden raised one hand slowly.

Space rippled around his fingers.

”Still, same source does not mean same strength.”

Max’s eyes brightened with interest.

”Of course.”

Kaiden’s silver-gray pupils shone faintly.

”Then let us see how far your Void Genesis Art has gone.”

Max raised his hand as well, and the space around him responded with a quiet hum.

The entire arena grew tense.

This was not a battle of brute strength like Max and Rakan.

This was not a clash of sword and divine light like Damian and Aurelian.

This was a battle between two cultivators walking the same mysterious space path, two people whose foundations echoed one another, and two undefeated geniuses whose collision could reveal the true depth of the Void Genesis Art.

Angelina Valerius looked down at them.

Her voice remained calm, but the Eternal Hourglass itself seemed to pay attention.

[Battle Begins.]

The space between Max and Kaiden folded.

And both of them vanished at the same time.