Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1483 An Ability of Dimensional Sovereign Body

Max gazed upon the numerous silhouettes of Darian encircling him, a slight smile forming on his lips. 'A speed mirage?' The notion arose steadily in his thoughts as his gaze grew keen. He had pierced the deception right when Darian divided into scores of residual images.

With no delay, he invoked his Dimensional Sovereign Body. The alteration was understated but total. The area surrounding him appeared unaltered to those outside, but to Max, it all turned sharp and defined like glass.

The wild rush of actions that would baffle any typical cultivator became glaringly obvious. Each wave in the void, each jolt in motion, each pulse of energy laid bare before him. Darian's so-called mirages reduced to mere surface echoes. Max could spot the real form gliding through them as simply as finding a spark in night.

'Which one is true me? Which one will you attack?' Every Darian voiced together, their tones layering and resounding from all angles, forming a bewildering surge of noise that sought to overwhelm Max's awareness. The shapes whirled around him at unceasing pace, their paths spinning a tangled mesh of disarray designed to spark doubt.

But Max just offered a soft smile. His mind surged with steady poise. 'I can either overpower him or speed blitz him using my seven colored lightning as the base for Storm King's Inheritance or…' A flicker of mirth danced in his eyes as the ultimate choice emerged in his thoughts. The grin on his face grew a touch deeper.

In the instant that followed, devoid of alert or evident shift, both Max and Darian stood at the heart of an expansive frozen realm. The scorching combat ground erased as if it had never been, supplanted by boundless snowy expanses and soaring ice formations that exuded a sharp freeze.

The atmosphere hung thick and unyielding. Darian's features twisted in bewilderment as surprise crossed his visage. He couldn't fathom when the terrain under him had changed, or how the surroundings had morphed so utterly without his detection of the switch.

The second he entered the chilled zone, his velocity plunged sharply. The previously smooth illusions started warping and lagging, their edges shivering as the frost infiltrated them. One after another, the duplicates dissolved, powerless to hold form amid the crushing cold. In just a handful of breaths, every phantom vanished, exposing solely Darian's actual form in the frozen realm's core.

The freeze gripped him like unseen bonds. Ice advanced from his soles, scaling his limbs and washing over his chest before he could respond. His actions slowed to a crawl, his inhales grew faint as the icy presence permeated his frame.

In mere moments, frost enveloped him completely. His look of astonishment locked in place on his features as his form became a still monument of pure ice. From the shift in environs to Darian turning into a frozen effigy, only seconds ticked by. Before he could even grasp the turn of events, it was all concluded.

This marked the strength of the Dimensional Sovereign Body. It let Max project his dimension into the tangible world, molding the fight area to his intent. What he revealed was just a limited domain impact, curbed and directed. He avoided exposing its full force, knowing endless watchers observed from outside the field.

'Hehe.' Max released a gentle chuckle as he eyed the iced shape ahead, then started strolling toward Darian's frozen form at a relaxed pace. The immense ice landscape extended forever around, icy breezes grazing his garb while a subtle glow of frost played over the statue's exterior.

Once he reached it, he held back from any mighty art or summoning dread energy. Rather, he merely lifted his hand and tapped the statue with his digits, like flicking off a bit of grime.

Bang!

The iced frame exploded right away. Splits radiated from the spot his finger met, dashing over the outer layer in a network of breaks before the whole thing fragmented into myriad ice bits. The pieces flew across the frosty terrain and faded into subtle frost specks, eliminating any remnant of Darian. The whole display was precise and final, free of any contest or pushback.

Beyond the field, all who viewed Max's clash dropped into quiet. The crowd had braced for a brutal showdown with the speed mirage skill on the thirtieth level, but no one anticipated the bout wrapping up so directly. The change from dominant visions to utter calm struck so fast that many failed to register the sights until Darian lay in pieces.

Elder Seraphina huffed lightly upon witnessing Max dispatch the thirtieth floor foe with ease, her face hinting at mild displeasure. On the other hand, the remaining elders couldn't mask their thrill. Their stares shone as they reviewed the fight's recording on the monitors.

'A domain of ice? This kid used a domain against a speed mirage ability. A wise move I would say.' Joe's face stayed grim even in speech. Though he had commended Max prior, he hadn't really expected Max to clear the thirtieth floor. Still, the outcome lay plain and indisputable before him.

In that instant, Joe at last grasped why the seven family heads had shown such solid faith in Max. The steady way the youth had judged the scene and picked the sharpest tactic to nullify his rival uncovered a layer deeper than raw might.

'This kid hides deep. His combat power is simply off the charts.' Joe sized up Max anew in his thoughts and felt his intrigue swell. The closer he examined, the clearer it became that Max's outer displays were just a sliver of his true arsenal.

While the group lingered on talk of Max's rapid defeat of Darian, the view inside the Combat Tower altered, placing Max on the thirty-first floor. His setting transformed yet again, shaping into a huge stone platform hovering in shadow.

Facing him was a humanoid form radiating a serene but timeless vibe. Unlike Darian, whose pride shone clearly, this rival positioned quietly with piercing eyes that echoed endless combats.

This wasn't some basic tower fabrication. It was a soul remnant deposited by an actual fighter who lived on in the Divine Realm. Though merely a soul sliver stayed here, the force it projected rang true and firm.

His cultivation reached the fifth stage of the Rebirth Realm, equaling Darian's. Yet, the energy he projected held greater polish and restraint. The confrontation started without idle chatter. The foe advanced with seasoned accuracy, unleashing planned blows at critical spots while keeping impeccable guard.

But for Max, with his Dimensional Sovereign Body's insight already engaged, each action felt foreseen. He countered with composed precision, meeting every assault with superior strength. In a quick stretch, the platform hushed as the soul remnant scattered from Max's strike. The success proved swift and neat, no tougher than the fight before.