Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1393 Full Release of Seven Divine Veins!

Max pulled back after noticing how his strikes failed to touch Revona at all, with the energy he'd channeled into his punches simply dissipating right before impact. His face grew serious and intent.

This effortless nullification of his might shook him to the core, but instead of shattering his determination, it only honed it further. He examined her intently, as if attempting to pierce through her facade and uncover the essence of the fearsome being facing him.

"Is this a class skill or some technique?" Max inquired, keeping his tone even amid the whirlwind of ideas swirling in his head.

"What do you believe?" Revona responded with poise, her words laced with a disturbing assurance.

After pausing to reflect, Max voiced his thoughts once more, choosing each word with care. "No matter what it turns out to be, I've never encountered anything remotely similar. Wiping out the full force of my punches to zero just before they connect isn't something a standard technique could achieve. I'm sure of that. It might tie into a cosmic path, yet you're obviously not advanced enough to have grasped or mastered one like that. The sole possibility remaining is that this power came to you naturally at birth."

Revona's gaze sharpened just a bit under her mask. "For a mere mortal, you're surprisingly perceptive," she stated icily. "But that won't alter the outcome. You're fated to fall in this fight against me. You'll never manage a solid hit, and that's where it ends."

A slight furrow creased Max's brow at her declaration. "What makes you say I'm bound to fail right here?" he questioned out loud, then added via mental transmission. "You've admitted you can't glimpse my destiny, so why are you so convinced I'll lose to you?"

A enigmatic grin tugged at Revona's mouth. "Because defeat has never been mine," her thoughts resonated in his consciousness. "Whether your fate is visible to me or not doesn't matter. The key is my power alone. From the instant I entered this world, I've won every clash, and so I know that regardless of your efforts, you're set to be defeated by me."

"Understood," Max answered with a subtle grin, giving a gradual nod like he'd embraced her logic. "I guess everything has its moment."

With those words hanging in the air, Max drew in a profound breath, and tension thickened around him, as if the very atmosphere anticipated an imminent event. His gaze intensified, and under his breath, just for his own ears, he whispered, "Vein of Origin, unlocked."

Once the Vein of Origin—the primary and core among the Seven Divine Veins—unleashed completely, it felt like unseen chains burst apart inside him. A fierce blast of force burst forth from his form, racing through the arena like an unrelenting wave.

The earth under him quaked, and the wind roared as though fighting to hold back the abrupt rush of might. A blend of pale vapor and glowing essence streamed from his frame, while an archaic, crushing presence settled over the whole space, compelling numerous onlookers to catch their breaths on reflex.

Max's sinews clenched and swelled gently as his brute force skyrocketed in a burst. The essence of twelve hundred Draconic Essences, once held in check, now flowed unbound, heightened and purified by the Vein of Origin to an alarming height.

Each motion he made bore a dominating force, and even the tiniest adjustment in his position warped the nearby air. It was like his presence had become weightier, more compact, and vastly more perilous, akin to a primal energy stirring to life inside him.

In that instant, Max embodied the essence of primal origin might, his presence flaring with timeless dominance.

The aura emanating from him showed that his power had transcended the realm of a mere talented prodigy, evolving into an inexorable natural phenomenon that could no longer be held down.

"This…!" Revona uttered quietly, real astonishment piercing her serenity as she sensed the abrupt, horrifying burst of energy from Max without prior notice. For the first time in the arena, her poise faltered, since the oncoming pressure was no longer dismissible or easily overlooked.

Not just her—the elite observers all around registered the abrupt shift as vividly as a tempest crashing into the arena. The atmosphere grew denser, and Max's commanding presence made even veteran powerhouses tighten up instinctively.

"This is… Seven Divine Veins," Matthew Grimes whispered in astonishment, his stare locked on Max like he was beholding an impossibility. "How can such a thing occur? No mortal has ever done this. In the Divine Realm, most humans can't unlock even one of the Seven Divine Veins. How has this young one pulled it off?"

He knew of just a handful of humans who'd opened a divine vein from the Seven Divine Veins, and those came from top-tier powers in the Divine Realm. He couldn't grasp how Max, originating from the mortal world, had unlocked a divine vein of the Seven Divine Veins.

Garry Heron, leader of the Heron Family, mirrored that amazement, his tone blending reverence and incredulity. "It's beyond belief. The Seven Divine Veins are almost legendary in the Divine Realm. The cultivation route linked to them is so remote and elusive that it's been mostly erased from memory. The authentic body cultivation way has turned into folklore. How has this youth tread upon it?"

While he talked, a fierce envy ignited in his heart. Before, he'd only sensed a light sorrow over the Heron Family missing out on Max, but now that sorrow escalated into a raging fire. It burned like searing magma in his torso as he glanced at Matthew, truly grasping the beast the Grimes Family had claimed.

The remaining Black Dragon Clan family leaders were equally rattled. All of them recognized the Seven Divine Veins as the true and supreme route of body cultivation, but activating even one was deemed almost unattainable in the Divine Realm.

Seeing a mortal who'd risen only three months prior embody a completely activated Divine Vein hit them right in their souls.