Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1812 Damien Voss vs Rakan Throne

Someone immediately replied, "Then prepare your teeth, because I heard the War God Legacy has not fully chosen an inheritor yet."

"That is nonsense," the scarred man retorted. "Do you think someone can fight like that without receiving the War God's inheritance? Look at his body. Every punch is like a battlefield collapsing."

The crowd erupted again as another clash exploded in the distance.

The swordsman descended from above, his sword leaving behind a long silver-white arc that looked like a river of sword light falling from the sky. The barehanded fighter did not dodge. He raised his right fist, and a golden-red war aura gathered around his arm before he punched upward. Sword and fist collided, and the entire sky shook violently.

A ring-shaped shockwave spread across the horizon, and even the tower's protective formation rippled under the force.

"Good!"

"That was insane!"

"These two are truly monsters."

"I thought the first round would end quietly after so many people were eliminated, but who would have thought we would get to watch something like this before the end?"

Max stood near the edge of the tower, quietly listening to them.

No one immediately recognized him, mostly because everyone was too focused on the battle. The few who glanced at him only saw another participant arriving to watch, and since many people had been gathering here for a while, his appearance did not draw too much attention at first. Max did not mind. He kept his aura restrained and looked toward the fight with calm interest.

A thin man in gray robes spoke to the group near him. "I heard that the swordsman is Damian Voss from Sword God Palace. They say he was the one most favored by the Sword God Legacy from the beginning."

Another person quickly added, "Damian Voss? No wonder his sword is so terrifying. Sword God Palace has been looking for the Sword of the Sword Sovereign too, right? If Damian gets both the legacy and that sword, he might become unstoppable among the younger generation."

Someone else snorted. "That is assuming the sword ever reaches his hands. I heard the person carrying it is not easy to deal with."

"Who? Max Morgan?"

The moment that name was spoken, several people nearby turned their heads slightly.

Max's expression did not change.

The gray-robed man nodded. "Yes. That one. His name has been spreading everywhere recently. He killed many Sword God Palace disciples, offended the second faction elves, killed Selene Vaeloria, and even cut down Morgana Starveil from Stellar Templar."

A young woman's eyes widened. "Is that true? I thought those were exaggerated rumors."

"Exaggerated?" another man laughed. "Maybe some parts are, but not all of them. Morgana's name disappeared from the active ranking after she clashed with him. Selene's side also lost badly. Even Seraphine and Fin were forced to kill themselves in front of him."

The scarred man clicked his tongue. "That Max Morgan sounds like another madman. This conference is full of monsters."

Another spectator pointed toward the battle and said, "If Damian Voss finds him, then things will become interesting. Sword God Palace will not ignore him carrying Dragonheart."

"Interesting?" someone replied with a laugh. "It will be a disaster. Damian is already fighting someone who may be the War God Legacy's inheritor. If Max Morgan also appears, this place might become the center of the first round's final chaos."

The crowd became even more excited at that thought.

Someone looked toward the barehanded fighter again and said, "Speaking of the other one, does anyone know his name?"

"I heard he is called Rakan Thorne," a woman in blue said. "A body-refining monster from the War God Palace. Some people say he has been recognized by one of the War God's battle marks, and others say he is one step away from becoming the true inheritor."

"Rakan Thorne," the scarred man repeated with admiration. "That name suits him. Look at him. He fights like every bone in his body was forged for war."

"You guys aren't updated on the news, I guess," just then another one added. "There are five warlords in the War God Palace, and the names and figures of the four warlords are in public, and everyone knows them, but the fifth and the last warlord has never been revealed so far."

He added. "If I have to guess, then this Rakan Thorne is the fifth and the final warlord of the War God Palace."

Hearing him, everyone was shocked. Warlords of the War God Palace were very famous figures in the Divine Realm, but the fifth warlord had always been a mysterious figure since nobody knew much about that person.

And now that they heard that the one battling Damien Voss was actually the fifth warlord, it shocked the crowd a bit too much.

Another clash erupted in the sky.

Damian Voss spun in midair, and thousands of sword shadows appeared around him. Each shadow carried a sharp sword intent, and for a moment, the entire sky looked like it had been filled with falling blades.

Rakan Thorne raised both fists and roared, his war aura turning into the faint image of a giant battlefield behind him. He punched forward again and again, smashing sword shadow after sword shadow until the entire sky exploded with shattered light.

The tower crowd shouted in excitement.

"Damian is getting serious."

"No, Rakan is still holding back. Did you not see how stable his stance is?"

"You are blind. Damian's sword intent has not fully erupted yet."

"And you are deaf if you cannot feel Rakan's war aura shaking the air."

Their arguments grew louder, but there was no true hostility in them. Everyone was too thrilled by the battle to care about being polite. To them, this was a rare chance to watch two peak geniuses clash without risking their own lives, and with the first round only seven eliminations away from ending, scenes like this might soon become impossible to witness.

Max listened quietly.

Damian Voss of Sword God Palace.

Rakan Thorne of War God Palace.

One fought with a sword sharp enough to tear through the sky. The other fought barehanded with power worthy of the War God's name. Both were strong enough to stand near the peak of the remaining participants, and from the way the crowd spoke, both seemed tied to the two great legacies Rosaline had mentioned earlier.

Max's gaze moved toward Damian's sword.

A faint interest appeared in his eyes.

"If he is truly connected to the Sword God Legacy," Max muttered softly, "then he may know something useful."

At that moment, another participant near him turned and casually said, "Brother, you just arrived, right? You picked a good time. These two have been fighting for a while, and neither side has gained a true advantage yet."

Max looked at him.

The participant smiled excitedly and continued, "Everyone is betting on who will win. Most are choosing Damian because Sword God Palace's reputation is too strong, but I think Rakan might surprise us. That guy's body is absurd. He has taken so many sword strikes and still looks completely fine."

Max glanced at the sky again. "Are they fighting for a reason?"