Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1651 Max's Terror!

"I'm offering each of you a single opportunity," Max stated calmly, his gaze slowly drifting over the six individuals positioned before the cave's opening. His expression remained utterly serene, unfazed by the charged atmosphere. "Depart this platform without further conflict."

There was no arrogance, no trace of condescension in his voice.

He didn't bellow his words, nor did he exude any killing intent as he spoke.

Nevertheless, the tranquility in his tone conveyed an unspoken pressure, subtly altering the expressions of the six disciples as the gravity of his pronouncement gradually sank in.

"Otherwise..." Max continued deliberately, maintaining steady eye contact, "I will be compelled to eliminate all of you."

The instant his words concluded, an absolute silence enveloped the platform.

The six participants instinctively tightened their hold on their weapons, their gazes fixed on Max with mounting apprehension. The self-assurance they had previously displayed had clearly waned, yet none dared to speak immediately, intensifying the oppressive weight of the surroundings near the cave.

Had these same words originated from anyone else, they would have scoffed and attacked without a second thought.

However, the person confronting them was none other than Max Morgan.

The very same Max Morgan who had clinched the top spot in the preceding two trials.

The identical Max Morgan whose name currently occupied the third position on the Survival Trial leaderboard.

And within this demanding Survival Trial, rankings signified far more than mere glory or renown.

They were a testament to true strength.

Raw power, forged through countless battles and eliminations.

One of the participants unconsciously gulped, his eyes flicking towards the floating ranking display in the vicinity.

[Rank 3: Max Morgan — 6,820 KP]

That solitary figure exerted immense pressure upon everyone present.

To achieve such a formidable kill count in such a brief period meant Max had undoubtedly eliminated a staggering number of participants within the tower.

And none of them entertained the notion that these victories were a product of mere chance.

The six disciples exchanged uneasy glances amongst themselves, their silence palpable.

On one hand, none wished to relinquish the cave that lay before them.

The treasures concealed within a fifth-layer cave were undeniably exceptional. Even the faint energy surges emanating from the cave's entrance were sufficient to ignite an uncontrollable avarice in their hearts. The dense augmentation clearly indicated that any treasure within possessed immense worth.

Should they successfully secure the hidden treasure, their strength and future prospects could be dramatically enhanced.

Yet—

On the other hand—

None of them truly desired a confrontation with Max.

Not after hearing the increasingly dire rumors circulating throughout the Survival Trial.

Not after witnessing his current standing.

And certainly not after personally perceiving the palpable, oppressive aura radiating faintly from his person at this very instant.

One of the disciples wielding a spear furrowed his brow deeply, internal conflict evident in his eyes.

"We have the advantage of numbers, six against one..." he murmured softly, as if attempting to persuade himself more than others.

"Indeed..." another participant responded slowly, tightening his grip on his weapon, but his voice lacked any genuine conviction. "But this is still Max Morgan."

A heavy silence descended once more.

The hesitation etched on their faces grew more pronounced, as none appeared willing to initiate hostilities.

Some participants reluctantly glanced towards the cave entrance, while others maintained their cautious scrutiny of Max, their expressions betraying the fierce internal debate raging within their minds.

The lure of the treasure was exceptionally strong.

But should they falter here—

Then all their efforts would be rendered futile.

Not only would they forfeit the treasure within the cave, but they would also face complete expulsion from the Survival Trial itself.

At that critical juncture, one of the more seasoned-looking participants released a prolonged sigh, shattering the prevailing quiet.

The others immediately shifted their attention to him.

He slowly lowered the weapon he held, then shook his head in resignation.

"This is not worth the risk," he stated matter-of-factly.

His gaze briefly swept towards the cave behind him before returning to fix on Max once more.

"A treasure from a fifth-layer cave is certainly valuable," he conceded truthfully, "but it is not valuable enough for me to risk elimination against someone of your caliber."

A wry chuckle escaped his lips thereafter.

"If I am eliminated here, I leave with absolutely nothing."

The participant gradually stepped backward, his grip on his weapon loosening.

"It is preferable to yield this cave to you than to lose everything in a futile struggle over it."

With those words uttered, he turned his back and departed the platform without a sliver of hesitation.

A profound silence descended once more upon the remaining contenders.

Yet, his departure had undeniably cast a long shadow over them.

The indecision etched on their faces grew noticeably deeper.

Shortly thereafter, another disciple let out a heavy sigh.

"He speaks the truth," she reluctantly conceded, her defenses momentarily lowering. "There are other caves to be found within this formidable tower."

Her gaze drifted towards Max, her expression becoming rather complex.

"However, this trial grants us but a single life."

Having spoken these words, she too stepped away from the platform and began her withdrawal.

Witnessing two individuals depart in succession shattered the resolve of those still present, leaving it in complete disarray.

One of the disciples clicked his tongue in vexation before grudgingly lowering the sword he held.

"Tch. Very well."

"I did not ascend this far merely to be ousted fighting over a solitary cave."

Another participant offered a slow nod of agreement.

"Engaging you at this juncture would indeed be far too perilous."

Gradually, one by one, the remaining contenders retreated from the cave platform, their eyes remaining warily fixed on Max.

Not a single one among them appeared pleased with the turn of events.

The palpable reluctance etched upon their countenances was impossible to ignore.

Despite their evident frustration, none dared to directly confront Max.

After all, the individual standing before them currently held the third-highest rank in the entirety of the Survival Trial.

And no one could possibly believe such a high standing was attained without wielding formidable strength.

Soon, all six participants had completely vacated the platform.

The once tense and chaotic atmosphere dissolved instantly into silence.

Only Max remained, standing composedly before the cave's entrance as the oppressive pressure of the tower continued to bear down from above, akin to an invisible, crushing mountain.

The participants who had retreated cast one final glance back at him before ultimately vanishing into the distance, seeking other caves deeper within the tower's confines.

Meanwhile, Max calmly observed their departure, making no move to impede them.

Then, slowly—

His gaze shifted towards the cave situated behind him.

A subtle smile gradually played across his lips.

"A wise decision," he murmured softly.