Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1484 Rushing Through the Combat Tower!

Through this clash, Max rapidly grasped the Combat Tower's underlying pattern. The foes he would face next weren't mere random illusions or basic projections. Rather, they were remnants of genuine warriors who had previously dared the tower and abandoned portions of their essence within it.

This discovery failed to daunt him. On the contrary, it honed his concentration to a fine edge.

Without any delay, Max moved up to the thirty-second floor, followed by the thirty-third, and kept progressing higher. On every level, a fresh adversary confronted him. Their cultivation levels started at the fifth stage of the Rebirth Realm but steadily increased as he ascended.

Upon arriving at the fortieth floor, his challengers had reached the sixth stage. Their skills became deeper, their grasp of laws more refined, and their fighting instincts keener. Certain ones excelled in sword techniques that cleaved the atmosphere with frightening accuracy, while others commanded devastating elemental powers that rattled the battleground.

Nevertheless, Max broke them down sequentially with unshakeable poise. At times, he drew on superior physical might, at others on exact law suppression, and now and then on clever dimensional control. Every fight concluded rapidly.

As he pushed beyond the fiftieth and sixtieth floors, the power of his rivals climbed to the seventh and subsequently the eighth stage of the Rebirth Realm. The tension within the tower mounted with each step upward.

The battlefields themselves appeared to adapt to the escalating challenge, expanding in size and intricacy, incorporating landscapes that suited various fighting approaches. Even so, Max maintained his pace. His presence stayed constant, his breaths measured. He adjusted seamlessly, overpowering sword virtuosos, lance experts, elemental specialists, and physical cultivation practitioners without distinction.

Every rival battled with the honor of an authentic fighter, but not one succeeded in stopping his momentum.

Once he entered the seventieth and eightieth floors, the adversaries before him had attained the ninth stage of the Rebirth Realm. Their aura was formidable, their understanding of laws teetering on the edge of the subsequent major realm.

Each embodied a supreme figure in the Rebirth Realm. The confrontations grew fiercer, the energy collisions more ferocious, and the resulting shockwaves more ruinous. Still, facing such rivals, Max showed no trace of doubt.

His fighting prowess vastly exceeded his apparent cultivation. He overpowered them with dominant might, pierced their skills with accurate responses, and demolished their barriers ruthlessly.

Level by level, his triumphs piled up. There was no break, no hint of fatigue, no uncertainty in his actions. The watchers outside observed with mounting astonishment as his name kept climbing on the tower's leaderboard. The eightieth floor succumbed. Then the eighty-fifth. Then the eighty-ninth.

In the end, Max entered the ninetieth floor. At that point, he had vanquished challenger after challenger, all at the ninth stage of the Rebirth Realm, all remnants of actual warriors whose might would overwhelm typical cultivators. Yet none had been able to impede him. His climb had been unyielding, consistent, and total.

Beyond the Combat Tower, a profound hush had descended. All viewing panels showed Max's form as he progressed from floor to floor, and even the elders who had observed innumerable disciples undertake this test across the years were rendered speechless.

They had witnessed gifted youths falter, they had seen top prodigies advance gradually via grueling fights, but the scene playing out now seemed utterly distinct. It wasn't just that Max was rising. It was the way he was doing it.

He wasn't scaling the tower gradually with evident effort or slim margins of victory. He was surging through it. Starting from the thirty-first floor, every foe that emerged was a soul remnant of a bona fide Divine Realm warrior. These weren't empty phantoms or simplistic creations.

Each remnant bore authentic battle wisdom and polished skills. But under Max's onslaught, they appeared as fragile as straw effigies. He demolished them with superior force, fractured their abilities effortlessly, and terminated them before they could unleash even a fraction of their potential.

"Damn, this Max is simply a monster!" Seraphina Vale could no longer hold onto her previous calm. The haughtiness she had shown earlier when pitting Isabella against Max had utterly vanished. Isabella was truly a prodigy among her equals, a promising talent in their sphere, but next to Max, such a juxtaposition felt brutally unjust.

The disparity was immense. Isabella might gleam brilliantly, but Max radiated like a scorching sun that outshone everything else. Seraphina at last realized that judging them equally had been erroneous from the start. Isabella had no hope against him.

Among all those gathered, Joe was the most rattled. Just recently, he had boldly bet against the seven family leaders, insisting Max would never surpass the eightieth floor. In his view, the divide between promise and real success was always considerable.

Yet Max hadn't just passed the seventieth and eightieth floors. He had barreled through them like the foes there were mere pests. Those ninth-stage Rebirth Realm warriors, echoes of authentic Divine Realm experts, were crushed in head-on fights and taken apart without pause.

Joe couldn't even begin to absorb the defeat in the wager. Meanwhile, the seven family leaders who had triumphed in the bet showed no signs of jubilation. Their eyes locked onto the displays, their faces etched with grave intensity.

The spectacle before them went beyond mere ego or triumph. Max was conquering the levels past the eightieth at a velocity that seemed to defy time itself.

From the thirty-first floor straight to the ninetieth, his journey evoked a slaughter. Each battleground turned into a field of execution where he acted as an inexorable slayer. He remained composed, resolute, and invincible. The adversaries that might have stalled even top disciples were brushed away in seconds. To the onlookers, he looked like a god of death invading the tower, felling every opponent in his path.

Only upon reaching the ninetieth floor did his surge halt momentarily. The tower itself seemed to deliberate longer, as if requiring extra moments to craft a foe fit to face him.

For the initial time since his unstoppable rise commenced, a short lull occurred. But even that quietude brimmed with suspense, for all present knew that the ninetieth floor's challenge would be far from commonplace.

"This Max… If I am not wrong, his talent and potential could be compared to the geniuses of the first rate forces in the Divine Realm." Joe at last voiced his thoughts, his tone subdued but laden with import. His gaze stayed glued to the display as he spoke.

For a figure of his stature to offer such an evaluation wasn't undertaken casually. He had seen myriad disciples ascend and plummet. He had observed elite talents from mighty lineages falter under real duress. But Max's performance in the Combat Tower compelled him to rethink all his notions about the new generation.

As soon as his statement landed, the seven family leaders felt like a muted lightning strike had jolted their thoughts. Their faces grew rigid, and for an instant, silence reigned among them. The Divine Realm sprawled vast and unforgiving, with its first-rate powers reigning supreme.

The prodigies fostered by those powers were freaks among freaks, beings whose reputations could unsettle whole territories. Equating Max to that caliber of genius wasn't trivial acclaim. It signaled that his prospects reached well past their present realm.

They had long trusted in Max's capabilities, hence their earlier assurance. However, hearing Joe—a judge famed for his rigor and acuity—publicly concede that Max's gifts might match those mythic prodigies from first-rate forces shook them to their core.

What they had deemed remarkable in their own midst was now elevated to the domain of the Divine Realm's genuine apex predators.

Their attention shifted back to the display, where Max poised serenely on the ninetieth floor, awaiting his subsequent rival. In that instant, the gravity of Joe's pronouncement sank in.

If his judgment held true, Max wasn't just an emerging talent in their clans. He was fated to enter a much grander stage, one reserved for the most horrifying geniuses alone.