Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1475 Trial Continues!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
Having witnessed everything, Mathew Grimes stood up from his position with the seven family heads and approached Grand Elder Waller, bending down to whisper his directives in a hushed tone that stayed private between just the pair.
The exchange between them was quick yet effective.
Mathew then stood tall, pivoted to confront the assembled crowd, and projected his announcement across the entire trial grounds. "The trial shall proceed from this point forward," he declared, before heading back to his chair.
Upon hearing those words, the mood among the disciples present shifted abruptly and noticeably. The murmurs and furtive looks that had spread after the star shuttle's arrival with its trio of passengers faded away, as the participants adopted a concentrated and solemn posture fitting the event, redirecting their focus to the Combat Legion Tower and the challenges inside it.
Soon after, Grand Elder Waller's voice echoed: "No rules govern the Combat Legion Tower," he stated. "It consists of one hundred levels altogether, with a fight awaiting every entrant on each one. The topmost floor any clan disciple has ever conquered is the ninety-first, though that individual failed to defeat the foe on that level. This achievement marks the pinnacle reached by any in the Black Dragon Clan inside this structure."
Joe met this detail with a brief scoff and a gradual nod of negation. "Hmm? Just the ninety-first level?" His tone dripped with leisurely contempt. "I remember our Violet Star Palace's top genius climbed to the ninety-eighth. Only the last two levels stay unconquered."
The seven family heads took in this revelation, their faces betraying hints of astonishment they couldn't fully mask. Ninety-eight levels reshaped their views on the maximum feats possible in such a tower.
Climbing to the tower's uppermost levels wasn't merely about skill or perseverance; it was constrained by cultivation's rigid limits. For cultivators past the Rebirth Realm, attaining the hundredth floor posed a unique test, arduous yet within the scope of past successes.
Yet at the Rebirth Realm, conditions differed starkly, as history from both the Black Dragon Clan and Violet Star Palace confirmed—no disciple at that stage had ever scaled to the tower's peak, the 100th floor.
Set against this history, the Violet Star Palace disciples' reach to the ninety-eighth floor justified the understated shock now etched on the seven family heads' features.
At last, they grasped the divide separating their group from the Violet Star Palace, a premier 3rd rate power in the Divine Realm.
"Now, I declare the third trial underway!" Grand Elder Waller's command boomed over the trial area, infused with the commanding presence of a veteran overseer of such events.
His proclamation rippled through the disciples like a pebble in a pond, prompting swift reactions as numerous ones shrugged their shoulders, flexed their muscles, and cast off the inertia of anticipation, centering their minds for the trials within the Combat Legion Tower.
Without pause, Grand Elder Waller added a clear directive. "As Max Morgan topped the Path to Eternal Flames, he shall enter the Combat Legion Tower first."
The logic was straightforward, setting a clear sequence, and with that, Max advanced from the disciple throng with a composed, deliberate stride, as if he'd long accepted the demands placed upon him.
Just then, Lady Virelia interjected. "Don't overexert yourself," she cautioned, her plain words laced with deep solicitude. "Injuries can occur inside the Combat Legion Tower, so if you hit a limit where continuing feels impossible, utter 'I admit defeat' and you'll be safely transported out."
"I'll remember that," Max replied, giving Lady Virelia a firm nod that echoed her earnest worry.
His response was heartfelt and true to his intent, yet underneath flowed a subtle, personal determination—the silent conviction of one resolved to pour forth all his efforts, no matter the outcome.
Joe observed the scene from his divine essence seat with a relaxed, evaluative gaze, but when his sight fixed on Max and his senses detected the youth's cultivation, that calm shattered into sharper interest.
"Hahaha..."
A chuckle burst from him, not malicious but openly astonished, the instinctive reply of one unprepared for such an unexpected twist.
"Are you kidding me?" he exclaimed, amusement and skepticism mingling in his look toward Max, laughter lingering in his speech. "This boy boasts only third-level Rebirth Realm power and dares to tackle the combat tower?"
His query hung in the air, directed vaguely, laced with the uncertainty of whether the sight struck him as daring or ridiculous.
He shifted his attention to the seven family heads, anticipating an engaging rebuttal or rationale to challenge.
In return, he got only faint, ironic grins.
Just the Black Dragon Clan comprehended Max's full essence—the exceptional, near-defiant blend of talent and grit dwelling in this youth whose cultivation appeared so modest on initial inspection.
Yet concealed profoundly inside him lurked the real prodigy of a monster.
Victor Veron decided to elaborate beyond a grin. "Elder Joe, Max possesses his own genius," he noted, his voice holding a balanced, factual tone rather than bravado. "I'm confident he'll perform adequately in the combat tower."
Joe met this with a sharpening stare, refocusing intently on the youth poised at the tower's entrance.
"I wouldn't expect less," he conceded after a pause, his reply emerging more thoughtfully and paced than before. "I can't picture the Sword Sovereign's sword falling to a worthless disciple."
