Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1365 Difference between mortal and divine realm genius

"I won't hold back anymore starting now," Adam declared, and as soon as those words escaped his lips, the whole arena reacted to his resolve. Fierce lightning erupted wildly around him, bathing the hall in a dazzling blue glow while his aura swelled freely without any limits.

With a lift of his hand followed by a swift descent, the initial strike fell like divine retribution, a massive pillar of lightning slamming down at Max with immense, unyielding power.

Even before the lightning made contact, Max advanced a step and slashed his sword in one fluid motion. The edge wielded the complete might of his fifth level severing sword concept, causing the lightning pillar to divide perfectly in half, vanishing into thin air as though it had never been there.

Without a moment's pause, Adam launched his next assault right away, quicker and more piercing than the previous one. Innumerable lightning bolts hurtled ahead in a tight volley, ripping through the atmosphere with shrill howls while they converged on Max from various sides.

Max's sword danced once more, this time in swift, deliberate strokes, each one exact and measured. Any bolt that neared him got sliced at its heart, dismantled prior to detonation, the lightning unraveling and dissolving wherever his blade sliced through.

The subsequent attack arrived without delay, immense in breadth instead of velocity, as an enormous surge of lightning swept over the arena's surface, poised to engulf all in its way.

Max rooted his stance and swept his sword in a broad circle, causing the surge to divide and flow around him on both flanks, as if driven back by some unseen principle.

The fight turned abruptly into a fierce, rapid-fire clash. Adam blurred into a frenzy of activity, propelled by lightning that hurled him across positions as he assaulted without mercy, lunging from overhead, the flanks, and the rear.

Certain strikes zipped like lightning to surprise Max, whereas others hammered with brute weight, aimed at subduing him via raw might.

Max countered each assault coolly, his sword carving neat, streamlined trails in the air. Every approaching lightning strike got thoroughly bisected, neither parried nor blocked, but dismantled to its core, leaving zero remnants.

The arena brimmed with sparks, but not a single one grazed Max.

Adam intensified his efforts, his breaths coming in labored gasps as his barrages turned fiercer. Lightning shaped into blades, talons, and curves that ruled the area near Max, exerting squeeze from every angle simultaneously.

Endless collisions reverberated through the arena as lightning collided with the unseen slices from Max's sword. Amid the relentless onslaught, Max's form stayed unbroken. His actions remained economical, his face serene, his sword lifting and dropping with flawless rhythm, as though he foresaw every incoming threat.

The onlookers among the disciples up high sensed their pulses racing, for the flurry's velocity exceeded what many could track.

The tempo surged yet again when Adam bellowed and released his full arsenal. Lightning burst from his frame in savage throbs, saturating the arena with suffocating force. He pressed on ceaselessly, linking blows without respite, each surpassing the prior in potency, his lightning now unbound by shape or pattern.

Max confronted it all directly. His sword turned into an unending gleam, slicing through lightning repeatedly, the fifth level severing sword concept unleashed at maximum. Regardless of how commanding Adam's strikes grew, none breached the barrier forged by Max's sword.

At last, Adam vaulted backward, his torso rising and falling sharply, his gaze alight with resolve and urgency. "Then face this!" he yelled, channeling lightning between his palms. The opening salvo of his mightiest moves burst forth, a compacted orb of lightning throbbing wildly before it shot ahead, its intensity warping the surrounding air.

Max advanced toward it and slashed once, cleaving the orb in two and wiping it out entirely. The follow-up came without hesitation, a gigantic lightning form of a dragon plummeting from the sky, ponderous and pitiless, intended to smash Max flat against the earth.

Max lifted his sword and slashed skyward, the form crumbling as if hit by a phantom edge.

Adam cried out while channeling all his remaining power into the ultimate strike. Lightning inundated the arena, coalescing into a turbulent tempest that thundered with ruinous fury, tendrils slamming from all sides in a last bid to submerge Max utterly.

For the initial instance, Max unveiled the true extent of his severing sword concept, his sword acting with supreme command. In one conclusive sweep, he cleaved the tempest apart. The lightning halted momentarily, then fractured outward in all directions, dissolving into quiet as the arena fell vacant and serene.

Adam remained rigid, his lightning extinguished, his top-tier assaults nullified without fail, whereas Max stood firm in the arena's midst, sword relaxed, unscathed and steady, as if the tempest had been a mere illusion.

"Do you wish to keep going?" Max inquired evenly, his sword at rest as he regarded Adam devoid of malice or scorn, merely composed assurance.

"No," Adam answered following a deep inhale, his chest heaving fast under fatigue's burden. No trace of disgrace colored his tone, just acknowledgment, for he grasped that prolonging the fight would alter naught.

Max gave a subtle nod and pivoted, the result firmly etched in his thoughts. He had triumphed over Adam effortlessly, not due to any shortfall in Adam's ability, but because the divide separating them ran far beyond mere cultivation stages.

Adam ranked highly among mortals, even outstanding by Warrior Academy measures, yet he remained tethered to mortal skill constraints. Throughout, Max detected no strike bearing the profundity or command of genuine Divine Realm legacy.

Each lightning method Adam deployed, no matter its apparent swiftness or dominance, stemmed from mortal insight, polished maybe, yet inherently flawed.

Max perceived this disparity with sharp clarity. Mortal practitioners absent from the foundational legacies of Divine Realm powers could scarcely rival one like him. Adam fit that mold precisely.

Though honed in the Warrior Academy to the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm, his base rested on mortal approaches. Versus that, Max's complete deployment of the fifth level severing sword concept sufficed to command the fight sans extra might.

By Max's assessment, solely authentic disciples of the Black Dragon Palace at the fifth or sixth level of the Rebirth Realm could truly test him. Those figures diverged utterly from Adam.

They bore potent bloodlines coursing in their veins, legacy arts inherited from Divine Realm masters, and regimens shaped by entities versed in this realm's laws.

These practitioners surpassed not just in power or stages, but in fundamental quality, rendering them vastly more perilous than any mortal aligned at equivalent cultivation heights.