Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1392 Revona's Strange Ability

Max's face stayed composed on the outside, yet his thoughts raced ahead as he shot back through the quiet mental link. "I don't give a damn," he responded evenly. "Peering into fate ought to be out of reach in the Divine Realm, thanks to the rules that rule this place. How do you manage to glimpse anyone else's destiny? From my experience, the one moment I caught fuzzy hints of fate was when I hit the top of the mortal world right before rising up, and even those sights were blurry and hazy for folks much feebler than myself."

Without a pause, he kept going, his mind keen and intent. "Our cultivation bases aren't that far apart, so explain to me how you can spot my fate in the first place."

Revona paused for a short while, like she was mulling over his statement carefully. When her reply came at last, a touch of playfulness laced her words. "Beat me, and I'll reveal how I peer into others' fates," she murmured gently. "But you'll only claim that secret if you truly overcome me."

"Remember what you just said," Max shot back, his voice firm and unwavering, free of any boastfulness or dread.

All this back-and-forth happened via mental whispers, tucked away under their serene faces and poised postures, wrapping up in just a handful of heartbeats. To those watching, it looked like nothing at all had gone down, but to Max, those brief instants weighed more than the whole clash he'd barely survived moments before.

"Then let's clash," Max declared with a grin that masked the growing worry inside him, even while every gut feeling yelled that the lady facing him hid dangers way beyond her looks.

"Go ahead and strike," Revona answered coolly, her words leisurely and nearly detached, like she was welcoming an outcome she'd long predicted.

Max wasted no time at all. The Storm King's legacy roared awake inside him, and Extreme Speed kicked in at max, transforming his form into a bolt of furious thunder as he materialized right before her.

He summoned the total force of twelve hundred Draconic Essences and tapped hard into the Vein of Origin, the top one of the Seven Divine Veins, driving his bodily strength to a horrifying height. His punch ripped across the sky, packing power to crumble peaks and crush eighth level Rebirth Realm prodigies with no doubt.

Revona reacted with equal quickness. She lifted her palm and seized his fist.

No blast erupted, no force rippled out, no fierce clash of energies boomed. It was like Max's blow hadn't hit flesh and bone, but some force that wiped away might entirely. Right then, every bit of energy he'd channeled into his strike evaporated, reduced to a simple, feeble tap with no punch left.

"What?!" Max's eyes bulged in shock. Before his mind could catch up, he launched a second punch loaded with even more fury, but Revona snagged it again with smooth accuracy, her hold both gentle and unbreakable.

A cold shiver raced down Max's back. He scowled hard and unleashed a storm of quick jabs, each packed with force to smash top Rebirth Realm talents. His knuckles blurred in motion, sparks of thunder crackling along his limbs as the onslaught poured forth relentlessly.

Still, Revona deflected each assault effortlessly. Her actions stayed small and laid-back, like swatting aside drifting petals instead of halting ruinous hits. What scared Max deepest was the odd feel that hit with every contact.

Each time his knuckle touched her palm, the power inside it got devoured whole, vanishing into some hidden void. No pushback came, no battle of forces, just total cancellation.

To the spectators' eyes, it looked like Max was just flinging a bunch of swift but empty swings, blows without real harm behind them.

"What's his game?" Matthew Grimes scowled while eyeing the matchup, baffled by the display unfolding.

The remaining six chiefs felt just as lost. They'd all seen Max's last fight and grasped the awesome might he wielded, so beholding him swing what appeared as basic hits made zero sense. The gap between their hopes and the view before them stirred discomfort and doubt.

Far overhead in the stands, Lady Virelia's face grew gravely serious as her stare locked on the veiled fighter. Her gaze held a profound gravity that the others had missed till now, and though she kept quiet, it showed she grasped truths hidden from the crowd.

Just Clan Head Raven grinned faintly. She recognized that any scrap with Revona wrapped up in this baffling way every time. She'd grilled Revona often on this odd power, and the reply stayed constant: it was simply a gift from her class. But in her gut, Clan Head Raven figured there hid depths far beyond that excuse.

She felt Revona concealed mysteries bigger than folks knew, yet she'd never pushed too hard. Revona served as her clan's student, and above all, a nagging, eerie hunch warned that challenging Revona head-on might bring fallout she couldn't handle.

'This view hits me hard every single time,' Clan Head Jeremy mused while gazing at the action, his focus glued to Revona as she casually halted Max's strikes—the identical strikes that had hurled Jonathan through the air with crushing might just before.

The difference stood out too sharply to overlook, and regardless of how often he'd seen it, the spectacle always left him rattled.

His mind wandered to three months back, during his trip to the Dark Phoenix Clan to hash out Max swiping the Sword Sovereign's blade. That's when he'd first heard of Revona.

Back then, his plan was just to bargain and watch, but what he'd seen there etched itself forever in his thoughts. Watching Revona unleash that weird, bottomless skill had jolted him to his bones, since it broke every rule he knew of power, cultivation, and the Divine Realm's principles.

Right now, as he observed her face off against Max in the ring, that identical rush hit him anew. The astonishment, the worry, and the subtle terror all flooded back strong, underscoring that Revona stood as a being beyond normal measures.