Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1476 First Battle!

"Max, position yourself at the tower's base, and teleportation will take you within," Grand Elder Waller directed with a firm tone echoing over the trial area.

Without a second thought, Max gave a nod. The whispers from the surrounding disciples quieted as he advanced, his attention intensifying. Towering over him, the Combat Legion Tower displayed its aged exterior marked by subtle designs that appeared to move faintly under direct scrutiny. The energy it released remained composed and structured, resembling a military force ready for orders.

Upon nearing the bottom, Max sensed a subtle harmony between his own energy and the edifice ahead. A light tremor ran through the earth under his boots, while the inscribed symbols at the tower's base started to shine with a soft red hue.

He halted right in front of the doorway.

In that short instant, everything stayed unchanged.

Suddenly, a ray of light shot down from the heights, encasing his form completely. The environment blurred at once, and the noises from the outer square disappeared as if consumed by quiet. Space power enveloped him tightly but steadily, and moments later, his setting transformed entirely.

As his sight steadied, Max realized he was inside a huge scarlet hall.

Round and expansive, the space featured walls of polished red rock that cast a dim illumination. The atmosphere hung thick, not suffocating as in the Path to Eternal Flames, yet charged with contained power. Doors were nowhere in sight, nor were foes or hurdles of any kind. The area lay completely barren.

Staying motionless, Max surveyed all parts of the hall.

No trace of a battle target appeared.

Right when he prepared to probe deeper with his spiritual sense, a steady, neutral voice filled the space.

"Choose a weapon."

The statement vibrated uniformly from every angle, revealing no source.

Right away, the air in front of him wavered, bringing forth numerous arms into existence above the ground. Blades of different sizes and styles hovered vertically. Lances shone with icy metal luster. Polearms, hatchets, longbows, knives, and massive mallets emerged too, all exuding a consistent yet polished presence. At initial look, they didn't strike as exceptional, but neither were they commonplace. Each was even, accurate, and obviously made for fighting tests.

His eyes narrowed a bit while Max inspected them.

On impulse, he sought to call forth his personal blade from the dimensional realm. Directing his intent inside, he reached for the known feel of his armament.

No response came.

He made another effort, concentrating harder now, yet the link seemed dampened, like an interruption had cut the tie between his mind and his kept possessions.

"I see," Max whispered softly. "The runes set up in this place block access to any storage artifacts."

Though his dimensional holding wasn't a typical item but a skill linked to space rules, it followed the core ideas that bound it. The tower's Combat Legion setup enforced a limit that canceled out all outside storage use. All challengers started on equal footing, depending only on the tower's offerings.

Grasping this fact, Max avoided lingering on the issue.

He turned his attention back to the hovering array of arms.

Stepping nearer, he checked the make and poise of every sword. Certain ones were slim and graceful, suited for quick and exact moves. Others were wider, meant for strong blows and solid guards. He picked one up with a careful hold and sensed its mass fit comfortably in his palm.

A soft vibration came from the sword, recognizing his grasp.

With a gentle sweep through the air, Max assessed its agility. The weight distribution proved superb, the cutting edge sharp, and the build tough enough for ongoing impacts.

A subtle grin crossed his face.

Should the tower aim to evaluate his fighting prowess evenly, this sword would do just fine.

He selected the weapon without delay.

All other arms disappeared at once, breaking down into light specks that blended into the hall's red radiance. The sword he held stayed firm and reliable, now accepted by the tower.

Abruptly, the scarlet hall broke apart, its red barriers melting into light trails that dispersed into void. The floor under Max moved slightly, and in a flash, the confined area gave way to an boundless plain in all directions.

Now, he was in a sprawling wasteland of sand.

Endless yellow grains stretched to the edge of sight, forming soft waves of hills under a sky tinged with faint brightness. The breeze carried dryness, and a mild warmth haze blurred the far view. No buildings, plants, or limits could be seen. The wasteland's hush was total, heightening even tiny sounds.

Max tightened his hold on the sword and let his awareness spread outward with care.

Whish.

A disturbance stirred the air a few meters distant, and a dark silhouette took form from nowhere. Human-like in build, the shape was pure ebony, as if shaped from thick shadows. Its details blurred, but its edges stayed crisp and clear. Gripped in its hand was a blade almost matching the size of Max's pick.

Max's gaze intensified right away.

"Strength of the First Level of the Rebirth Realm," he noted to himself, judging the energy coming from the shape.

Scarce had the thought crossed his mind when the dark foe blinked out of sight.

Moments later, it rematerialized right in his face, its actions fast and exact. Flames of red burst along the sword it wielded, raging fiercely on the rim. It swung the burning edge down at Max in a bold top strike without pause.

The blow came straight, forceful, and streamlined.

Max kept his sword still, not raising it to parry.

Rather, he unleashed the complete might of his Third Level Rebirth Realm presence.

The gap in power burst out like a hidden blast. Sand dunes around him flew wildly as his force spread everywhere. The dark shape got hit by his dominant aura before the fiery sword finished its arc.

Hurled back through the sky, its form began to unravel while airborne.

The crimson fire on its weapon wavered and weakened, with light fissures spreading over its dark body. It crumbled into myriad red specks before hitting the ground, those bits blowing away in the gust and fading out.

The wasteland fell quiet again, as if the clash never happened.

"First floor cleared. Second is loading."

Once more, the flat voice rang out over the open land.

The sandy vista warped, its hills turning to light streaks like the prior hall. The grains underfoot vanished, yielding to a flat rock floor.

Once the shift concluded, Max positioned in the heart of a grand coliseum.

Encircled by massive rock barriers reaching upward, the coliseum stayed sealed in. The surface below felt solid and even, bearing light traces of old fights as if many bouts had unfolded there. The atmosphere weighed more than the wasteland's, infused with a constant, intent battle energy.

Max breathed out steadily, his stance loose but watchful.

Before long, two disturbances appeared in the area before him.

Out of both came dark shapes just like the initial one, their bodies taking solid form together. Each clutched a sword that shimmered softly in the coliseum's glow, and each gave off the First Level of the Rebirth Realm energy.

Now, a lone foe wouldn't face him.

The next fight stood ready to start.