Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1811 A Fiery Clash!

Max flew away from the broken castle.

The ruined structure quickly became smaller beneath him, its collapsed towers and cracked walls fading into the distance as he moved through the sky. The wind rushed past his body, and the little cursed eye near his left shoulder shifted slightly before settling again, its red-black pupil blinking as if it had also sensed the change in his aura after the Genesis Trial.

Max ignored it as usual. His mind was still on the Emotion Severing Path Chamber, the middle-aged man's warning, and the name of the Sword Saint.

However, before he could decide where to go next, a familiar system notification suddenly appeared in his vision.

[Cosmic Ascension Conference: First Round Status Update]

[Current Remaining Participants: 107]

[Notice: When The Number Of Remaining Participants Reaches 100, The First Round Will End.]

Max slowed down slightly in midair.

"Only one hundred and seven left," he muttered.

The number made the situation clear.

The first round was almost over.

When the Cosmic Ascension Conference had begun, countless geniuses from different races, forces, clans, and worlds had entered this battlefield.

Some were supreme talents from first-rate forces. Some were descendants of ancient families. Some were demons, elves, humans, witches, beasts, and other strange races. Many of them had entered this world with confidence, believing that they could use the first round to build a strong foundation for the rest of the conference.

But now, only one hundred and seven remained.

That meant the weak had already been eliminated.

Even many strong participants had likely lost all their lives through ambushes, trials, beast territories, faction wars, and battles between geniuses. From this point onward, anyone who remained alive would not be simple. The first round had already filtered out almost everyone who relied on luck alone, and the final seven eliminations would likely happen very soon.

Max's eyes narrowed slightly.

Seven more people.

Once seven more participants disappeared, the first round would end, and whatever came after it would begin.

He looked at the prompt for a moment longer before it faded from his vision.

The timing was interesting. He had just completed the Genesis Trial, strengthened his control over Emotion Severing Path, and learned about the Sword Saint. Now the system was telling him that the first round was close to ending. It felt less like a coincidence and more like the opening of the next stage.

"It seems I have spent a lot more time in the reward chamber than it seems on the surface." Max glanced into the distance. He believed the number of participants fell this low because he might have spent too much time unknowingly in the rewards chamber.

Somewhere in this world, Caroline, Nancy, Jessica, and the remnants of the third faction were still trying to survive. Somewhere else, Revona, Tamara, Varkhon, and Ervin had likely returned from their own reward chambers.

Orion Starfall, Kaiden Voidmere, Princess Rosaline, the Divine Son of the second faction, the geniuses of Sword God Palace, and many others were still moving through this battlefield. Any one of them might become part of the final chaos before the first round ended.

Max's expression remained calm.

"Seven left," he said softly.

Then his speed increased again.

Golden light flashed beneath his feet as he flew across the sky, leaving the broken castle far behind. He did not know whether the final seven eliminations would happen through his hands or someone else's, but it did not matter much.

The first round was nearing its end, and before it closed completely, Max wanted to see if anything else in this world was worth taking.

Just at that moment, Max's Dimensional Sovereign Body suddenly caught something, and he paused in the air.

Far away, violent ripples were tearing through the sky.

Max turned his head and saw two figures fighting while flying through the air at terrifying speed. One of them fought with a sword, while the other fought barehanded.

Every time the two collided, a massive shockwave erupted from their clash and spread in all directions, forcing the clouds apart and making the air tremble like the surface of a stormy sea.

The swordsman's blade light was sharp enough to split mountain peaks from a distance, while the barehanded fighter's fists seemed capable of smashing apart space itself. Neither of them was fighting casually. Each exchange carried the force of a true inheritance, and the more Max watched, the more his eyes narrowed with interest.

"From their power level... could they be inheritors of Sword God and War God?" Max wondered.

He looked around and then noticed a crowd gathered near a tall tower in the distance. The tower stood on a floating stone platform above a ruined plain, and its surface was covered in ancient formation marks that released a faint protective glow. Many people were standing there, watching the battle unfold from a safe distance, and judging by their relaxed postures, they were not here to interfere. They were spectators.

Max flew toward the tower.

Arriving on the tower, he saw that there were around fifty to sixty people gathered there, and all of them seemed unusually relaxed. Some sat on broken stone railings, some stood with their arms crossed, and some even had fruits, wine gourds, and snacks in their hands as if they had turned this battlefield into a viewing stage.

Their attention was fixed on the two figures fighting in the sky, and every time a powerful clash erupted, the crowd would burst into excited discussion.

"Did you see that slash?" one young man shouted, his eyes shining. "That has to be the Sword God Palace's strongest inheritor. No ordinary swordsman can release sword light that clean."

A woman beside him shook her head. "Clean? That sword almost cut through the protective formation around the tower from this far away. If we were standing closer, half of us would already be dead."

Another participant laughed. "That is why we are watching from here. I am not stupid enough to stand near two monsters fighting for entertainment."

A burly man with a scar across his cheek pointed toward the barehanded fighter in the sky and said loudly, "Forget the swordsman for a moment. Look at that fist power. He is meeting every sword slash head-on with his bare hands. If that is not the War God Legacy's inheritor, then I will swallow this tower stone by stone."