Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1391 Mysterious Revona

"This battle goes to Max," Lady Virelia proclaimed with clarity, her words resounding through the arena as the verdict was stated firmly without delay.

Disciples hurried over in a group, gently raising Jonathan from the arena floor and steadying his injured form while guiding him out of the battleground. The crowd's mood changed in an instant, waves of astonishment spreading among members of both the Heavenly Kirin Clan and the Dark Phoenix Clan.

"Max won... he actually won," Clan Head Jeremy from the Heavenly Kirin Clan whispered, his face etched with incredulity. Rumors of Max's terrifying fighting prowess had reached him many times, but seeing it happen right in front of him proved far more impactful.

The sight still seemed like a dream to him even at this point. A recent mortal ascender with cultivation merely at the eighth level of the Divine Rank had overcome an outer disciple from the Dark Phoenix Clan, who was a full realm stronger. No amount of logic could make this outcome feel believable.

Clan Head Raven felt the same level of turmoil. In the Divine Realm, she had never come across anyone who could bridge such a massive cultivation divide and claim victory so thoroughly.

Right then, a key fact she nearly missed crossed her mind. Max was the individual recognized by the Sword Sovereign's blade. Given his power and promise, it made perfect sense now why that legendary sword had selected only him, spurning all other challengers.

"He possesses great strength, but that's the extent of it," a composed voice broke the thick quiet from next to Clan Head Raven.

The woman nearby moved a step ahead, her voice even and assured. "I could beat him without effort."

A phoenix-shaped mask hid her features entirely, showing no hint of her feelings. Truth be told, Clan Head Raven had never glimpsed this disciple's actual appearance.

All she understood was that this woman held an aura of deep mystery, with insights and views that appeared to stem from somewhere utterly alien to their world.

That very quality was why Clan Head Raven had included her in the group, ready for any surprises, knowing her Rebirth Realm power stood unrivaled.

Observing Max now, poised steadily in the arena's heart after his triumph, Clan Head Raven saw that the dreaded moment she had anticipated was unfolding at last.

"Very well, Revona, it's your turn," Clan Head Raven stated evenly, facing the masked woman at her side, her words laced with unspoken confidence as if the upcoming fight's result was already set.

Revona responded with a subtle nod, remaining silent with her face hidden behind the phoenix mask, betraying nothing.

She advanced toward the arena in measured strides, her gait fluid and natural, though each footfall bore a subtle pressure that weighed upon the air around her.

As soon as Max spotted someone drawing near, he directed his gaze her way, bracing for yet another foe similar to the previous one. But the second his sight landed on Revona, his whole frame jolted sharply. Innumerable silent warnings blared inside him all at once.

His gut instincts surged wildly, his Three Divine Body activated instinctively, and his entire essence urged him to spin and escape as swiftly as he could. Deep down, he knew this approaching figure was far from commonplace.

'Who could she be?' Max wondered in alarm, his pulse racing fiercely. The feeling struck a chord of unwelcome recognition. He had experienced it only once earlier, facing Mark when he was frail and helpless, and now that identical crushing threat washed over him just from eyeing this veiled woman.

What set this apart was his current strength, which only amplified the terror of the sensation.

Revona entered the arena shortly and halted a few paces from Max, positioning herself steadily across from him. The gap between them warped oddly, like the atmosphere had thickened into something burdensome and intense.

"I am Revona," she stated, her tone flat and devoid of feeling as she presented herself.

"I am Max... Morgan," Max answered, pausing briefly after his given name. For a split second, an odd force bore down on him, as if an invisible hand sought to pull his real name—Max Voidwalker—from his lips.

The experience rattled him to the core, yet he pushed back on reflex and completed his greeting with the identity he preferred. That minor interaction still left a lingering discomfort, like grazing an enigma beyond his grasp.

'This woman poses genuine peril,' Max concluded sharply. Though his perceptions indicated Revona's cultivation matched Jonathan's, he dismissed it as a deliberate illusion.

All his survival senses urged vigilance, readiness, endurance. Such alerts seldom arose without cause, and their presence here confirmed the gravity of the threat.

"Let us begin the fight," Revona uttered with a soft grin, her words serene and nearly soothing as they carried over the arena.

Max's gaze sharpened right as she finished speaking, for while her statement was straightforward, a hidden message pierced straight into his thoughts via voice transmission.

"You are quite peculiar," Revona's inner voice reached him, laced with subdued intrigue. "Lying in my presence like that is something that almost never occurs. Even stranger is your destiny. I can glimpse the paths of nearly all whom I encounter, but peering at yours reveals only endless void. Explain to me, what causes this?"