Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1917 Damian vs Max!

The shock of Revona's victory over Ervin had not even fully settled when the giant screen above the Eternal Hourglass shifted once again.

The new records shone clearly for all to see.

[Max Morgan] [Total Battles Fought: 22] [Total Wins: 22]

[Ervin] [Total Battles Fought: 23] [Total Wins: 22]

[Revona] [Total Battles Fought: 23] [Total Wins: 22]

[Damian Voss] [Total Battles Fought: 22] [Total Wins: 21]

The moment the updated records appeared, countless people across the Divine Realm immediately understood how heavy the next battle would be.

Max, Ervin, and Revona now stood tied at twenty-two victories, while Damian had fallen one step behind with twenty-one. That meant the next result would affect everything.

If Max won, he would rise to twenty-three victories and place one foot ahead of all the others before his final battle with Ervin. If Damian won, he would rise to twenty-two victories again and drag the entire top ranking back into chaos.

Angelina Valerius stood calmly above the stage and waited for the murmurs to settle. Then she raised her hand.

"The next battle will now begin."

The light above the arena spun once more, and under the focused gazes of everyone present, two names slowly brightened until they stood alone above all others.

[Max Morgan vs Damian Voss]

For a moment, the entire arena seemed to forget how to breathe. Then the Divine Realm erupted once more.

The Black Dragon Clan disciples all stood up at once before the huge live screen floating above the clan grounds. Some of them clenched their fists, some widened their eyes, and some simply stared without blinking, because everyone understood what this meant.

Max was finally going to face the strongest swordsman of the Sword God Palace in a true official battle of the final stage.

Lady Virelia looked at the screen with a solemn gaze, but beneath that solemnity there was a clear trace of expectation.

"Max," she murmured softly, "do your best."

The seven family heads standing nearby also watched with serious expressions.

Even Mathew Grimes, who had long since stopped underestimating Max, narrowed his eyes and said, "This battle will be dangerous. Damian Voss is not a man who loses twice in spirit, even if he already lost once in record."

On the other side of the Divine Realm, the Sword God Palace disciples had already become extremely excited. Their strongest genius had lost to Ervin by the smallest margin possible, and many of them had been left with frustration burning in their chests.

But now that Damian had been matched against Max, the same Max who held Dragonheart and had embarrassed the Sword God Palace more than once, their emotions surged again.

"It is finally happening!"

"Senior Brother Damian must win this!"

"Max Morgan may be strong, but in a pure sword battle, how can he compare to Senior Brother Damian?"

"He carries the Sword of the Sovereign, but that does not make him the strongest swordsman!"

Even among the hidden forces, many old monsters silently straightened in their seats. This battle was not merely about victory count. It was also about the dignity of the sword path itself.

Damian Voss represented the refined and tyrannical edge of the Sword God Palace, while Max Morgan carried Dragonheart, the Emotion Severing Path, and a sword talent that had already shocked the entire conference time and again.

On the pillars inside the Eternal Hourglass, the remaining geniuses all turned their eyes toward Max and Damian.

Orion Starfall smiled widely. "Good. I have been waiting for this one."

Rakan Thorne laughed. "If these two really go all out with swords, the stage might split."

Kaiden Voidmere watched quietly. "It depends on what kind of battle they choose to fight."

Revona, still pale from her fight against Ervin, slowly lifted her eyes and looked toward Max. There was no doubt in her gaze, since she knew better than most here that Max's sword was not ordinary anymore.

Ervin also raised his head and looked toward the arena. Even though he had just lost, his eyes were still deep and focused, and he too wanted to see what kind of sword path Max would reveal against Damian.

Angelina's voice rang out clearly.

"Max Morgan."

"Damian Voss."

"Enter the stage."

Two beams of light descended. Max appeared on one side of the arena, calm as ever, Dragonheart resting at his hand. Damian appeared on the other side, his posture straight, his sword already in hand, and the sword intent around him calm but terrifyingly condensed.

He no longer looked like a man bothered by his previous defeat. If anything, he looked even sharper now, as if the loss to Ervin had only refined his edge further.

The two of them faced each other across the stage. For a few breaths, neither spoke. Then Damian looked at Max and said calmly, "We have already crossed swords before, but that was not an official battle."

Max smiled faintly. "That is true."

Damian's gaze shifted briefly to Dragonheart, then returned to Max's face. "You and I are both swordsmen. If we fight normally, the battle may drag on longer than it should, and both of us still have more battles ahead."

Max looked at him with mild curiosity. "So what do you propose?"

Damian lifted his sword slightly, and the sword intent around him sharpened.

"One sword attack each," he said. "No repeated exchanges. No prolonged battle. We each use one true sword attack, and with that single clash, we decide the victor."

The moment those words were spoken, the arena fell silent again. One sword attack. Just one.

The Sword God Palace disciples were stunned for a moment, but then many of them became even more excited. To them, this was the most fitting way for a swordsman of Damian's level to fight another swordsman he acknowledged. It would not be a contest of exhaustion, attrition, or secondary abilities. It would be a direct collision of sword paths.

At the Black Dragon Clan, many disciples also stared with widened eyes.

"Only one attack?"

"Is Damian that confident?"

"No. This means he truly acknowledges Max."

Lady Virelia's eyes sharpened as she looked at Max on the screen. She understood Damian's intention very well. This was not arrogance alone. It was also pride, a swordsman's pride. If he could not defeat Max through the sharpest essence of his sword in one strike, then he would have no need to drag the battle any further.