Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1864 Damian Wins!

Damian looked at the spear buried in his shoulder, and then he looked at Aurelian.

"Yes," he said calmly. "But it does not stop cutting."

His left hand closed around the spear's shaft. Aurelian's eyes narrowed, and Damian stepped forward instead of retreating, allowing the spear to sink a little deeper as his sword rose from below.

"Sword Sovereign Heaven, Sixth Edict, Bleeding Sword Severance."

Aurelian tried at once to withdraw, but Damian's hand pinned the spear in place for that single fraction of a breath, and that fraction was enough. The sword light flashed, Aurelian's radiant spear was sheared in half, and in the same instant a deep sword wound opened across Aurelian's right arm.

Aurelian retreated sharply, and his expression finally broke. Damian pulled the severed spear tip from his shoulder and let it clatter onto the stage. Blood ran freely down his arm, yet his sword remained perfectly steady.

The arena went silent once more.

Rakan Thorne laughed under his breath. "That guy is ruthless."

Orion's eyes shone weakly. "That is a swordsman."

Kaiden Voidmere said softly, "He accepted the wound to create a cutting chance."

Ervin's gaze stayed deep. "Damian's calmness is more dangerous."

On the stage, Aurelian's face grew colder and colder. His golden-white blood dripped from his arm, but the Heavenly Luminance Divine Dominion still burned around him. The Crownless Divine King state had granted him greater power, and Damian had cut through it at close range regardless.

Aurelian raised both hands, and the broken spear of light dissolved. Behind him, the dimmed endless sun suddenly compressed into a single golden-white point, and the pressure radiating from that point was terrifying. Damian looked up, and the Sword Sovereign Heaven behind him grew quieter in answer.

Aurelian's voice rang out like a divine decree.

"Crownless Divine King, Final Luminance Judgment."

The golden-white point expanded into a colossal divine sword of light. It was no longer a spear at all. It was a blade of judgment forged from Aurelian's dominion, his bloodline, and his crownless state combined, and it carried enough power to burn straight through the sword world standing before Damian.

The Divine Realm held its breath. Aurelian swung his hand down, and the massive divine sword descended.

Damian stood beneath it with his shoulder bleeding, his clothes torn, and his aura drained far beyond anything the battle had cost him before. Yet his eyes remained calm, and he raised his sword one final time.

The Sword Sovereign Heaven behind him changed once more. The empty throne within the sword palace began to shine, the countless swords buried in the altar rose as one, the sword mountains bowed their peaks, and the sword rivers ceased to flow. Everything in the sword world turned toward Damian's blade.

Damian spoke quietly.

"Sword Sovereign Heaven."

His voice was not loud, yet every swordsman across the Divine Realm heard it echo in their hearts.

"Final Edict."

The sword hanging before the empty throne dissolved into light and poured completely into his blade.

"Throne Of The Only Sword."

Boom!

For one instant, every other sword light in existence vanished, and only Damian's sword remained. There was no river, no mountain, no palace, no altar, and no host of countless blades. There was only one sword, and because only one sword remained, that sword became absolute.

Damian slashed upward, and the single sword light met Aurelian's Final Luminance Judgment.

The collision was silent at first. Then the colossal divine sword of light cracked.

Aurelian's expression changed drastically. "No."

The crack spread from the tip into the body, and from the body into the core, and then the entire Final Luminance Judgment split apart. Damian's sword light passed through it, crossed the stage, cut through the remaining authority of the Crownless Divine King, and sliced through Aurelian's sacred armor before stopping just short of his throat.

A thin line of blood appeared on Aurelian's neck. The divine light around him shattered, and the Heavenly Luminance Divine Dominion collapsed behind him, its sacred halls breaking apart, its radiant pillars toppling, and its endless sun dimming into scattered motes of gold.

Aurelian stood frozen in place. Damian stood opposite him with his sword still raised and blood flowing from his wounded shoulder. For several breaths, no one spoke at all.

Then Angelina Valerius's voice rang across the arena.

"Aurelian Lareth is unable to continue."

The screen above the stage changed.

[Winner: Damian Voss.]

[Aurelian Lareth Defeated.]

The entire Divine Realm plunged into shocked silence, and then the Sword God Palace erupted. Their disciples screamed Damian's name until the skies above their palace shook. Elders who had watched with perfect composure until now finally allowed themselves to smile, and countless swords rose from their sheaths as though saluting the Sword Sovereign Heaven.

Damian had defeated the Divine Son of the second elven faction and had revealed one of the strongest Pseudo Cosmic Paths in the Divine Realm before the eyes of everyone.

At that same moment, the territories of the second elven faction fell deathly quiet. Aurelian Lareth had lost. Their Divine Son, the bearer of the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline and the one expected to display absolute dominance over his generation, had been cut down by Damian Voss in front of the entire Divine Realm.

Inside the Eternal Hourglass, Max watched the defeated Aurelian without blinking. There was no joy on his face. There was only cold clarity. Aurelian was strong, and in truth he was very strong, for both his Heavenly Luminance Divine Dominion and his Crownless Divine King state were terrifying.

But he was not invincible. His stolen light could bleed, his dominion could be cut, and his pride could be broken.

Damian slowly lowered his sword. Aurelian's face had gone pale, and his golden eyes churned with disbelief, humiliation, and cold fury. His body trembled as though he wished to keep fighting, but the sword light that had rested before his throat made the result impossible to deny.

Damian regarded him calmly. "You are strong," Damian said.

Aurelian's jaw tightened.

Damian continued, "I always felt your light attacks were strong but not stable. Either way, the result wouldn't have changed."

The words struck Aurelian harder than the sword wound had. Max's eyes sharpened. Aurelian stared at Damian with a cold and dangerous gaze, but before he could speak, the transfer light descended and returned him to his pillar.

Damian returned to his own pillar a moment later. The laws of the Eternal Hourglass began mending his shoulder, yet the sword aura around him remained sharp and steady.

The screen above the arena updated.

[Battle Record Updated.]

[Damian Voss]

[Total Battles Fought: 5]

[Total Wins: 5]

[Battle Record Updated.]

[Aurelian Lareth]

[Total Battles Fought: 4]

[Total Wins: 3]

The result shone above everyone. Damian Voss had won, and Aurelian Lareth had lost, and with that victory, the final competitive stage became even more unpredictable than before.