Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1389 Coming to Terms

Clan Head Raven of the Dark Phoenix Clan and Clan Head Jeremy of the Heavenly Kirin Clan shared a quick glance after pondering Max's terms briefly, then settled on a shared choice. The heavy atmosphere in the hall lightened just a touch, as everyone saw they intended to suggest an alternative instead of dismissing his requests completely.

"We agree to your initial demand and will supply you with enough resources to advance your cultivation straight to the pinnacle of the Rebirth Realm," Clan Head Jeremy stated carefully, his voice steady and thoughtful. "But for your other request, we have our own suggestion."

"I'm all ears," Max responded with a grin, his stance easy, like he had foreseen this development.

Clan Head Jeremy mirrored the grin and went on, his gaze sparkling with shrewd intent. "As for your second demand—requesting the core techniques from both our clans—it can happen only if you claim victory in the Tri Clan Tournament, set to occur a year ahead."

He stopped for a second, then added with a subtle grin, "Moreover, these offers activate solely if you triumph over the two fighters we dispatch today. Should you falter in even one fight, your blade gets sealed for good, and every demand falls apart."

Their offer seemed fine to Max, but he sought one more detail before responding. "Tell me more about this Tri Clan Tournament," he inquired, his interest showing through his composed manner.

"I nearly overlooked that you're a newcomer who joined mere months back," Clan Head Jeremy remarked, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. "The Tri Clan Tournament pits the inner disciples from our three clans against each other, aiming to pick out the top ten powerhouses. The top ten earners receive lavish prizes and access to the Divine Essence Cultivation Pool, exclusive to just our three clans."

His face grew more grave as he pressed on, "That pool stands as a prized treasure among our three clans, so entry goes only to the top ten standouts from the Tri Clan Tournament. To secure our clans' inheritance techniques, you'll need to join in and dominate the whole event, rising above everyone else."

"Got it," Max murmured with a nod, his face reflective while he took in the weight of the details. In his thoughts, he sorted through the facts fast, grasping that it involved rivalry across the three clans, and triumph there alone would unlock their inheritance techniques for cultivation.

After mulling it over shortly, he raised his eyes and declared with solid determination. "Fine, I accept your terms."

"Excellent," Clan Head Jeremy replied with a pleased grin, then glanced at Matthew Grimes. "Time to kick off the fights?"

Matthew echoed the grin, his eyes alight with eagerness. "Let's commence."

With everyone on board, folks from the three clans shifted to the arena's borders, clustering into separate lines as they positioned themselves to watch the impending showdown.

The expansive area brimmed with eager suspense, and once the onlookers quieted, just one person lingered in the arena's heart—Max himself.

"I'll dispatch my fighter first," Clan Head Jeremy told Clan Head Raven, his look grave and intent. "His odds of defeat are low, but should Max take him down, you know exactly who to follow with."

"Understood," Clan Head Raven answered with a light smile, her eyes drifting to a quiet young lady nearby. No hint of concern crossed her features, since she trusted fully in their setup to bring Max down.

For Max to keep using that sword, victory in both his matches was essential, but to lock it away eternally, they just needed one win. In Clan Head Raven's view, the result was sealed the instant she picked that young lady as a contender.

"Bring forth your opening fighter," Matthew instructed then, addressing the clan heads in a steady, commanding voice.

Clan Head Jeremy nodded with a smile. "Jonathan, you're up."

"Count on me," Jonathan shot back assuredly. A man with dark red hair, seeming in his late thirties but aged in centuries truly, he strode into the arena steadily and halted opposite Max, the pair locking eyes wordlessly as the air thickened with strain.

"I'm Jonathan," he declared with a bold smile, introducing himself casually yet brimming with held-back might, his stare fixed on Max.

"Max," Max answered plainly, matching the calm vibe, his face showing no pride or dread against his rival.

"I'll referee this bout and the next," Lady Virelia proclaimed as she floated down to hover midway between them, her aura commanding and firm right away. As her glance scanned the arena, she uttered one decisive word. "Begin."

Right as her order rang out, Max sprang into action. Triggering the Extreme Speed from the Storm King's Inheritance, his form blurred away in a burst of red lightning, becoming a fiery trail that placed him face-to-face with Jonathan in an instant.

Without delay, Max invoked the Absolute Reaper inheritance, unleashing a ball of furious black flames that engulfed Jonathan entirely, leaving him no chance to react.