Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1918 One Sword Attack!

On the stage, Max looked at Damian for a few silent breaths. Then he smiled.

"Good."

He slowly drew Dragonheart from its sheath, and a cold, clear hum spread across the arena.

"If a single sword attack is enough for you," Max said calmly, "then a single sword attack is enough for me as well."

Damian's eyes became even sharper. "So you agree?"

Max nodded once. "I agree."

That simple answer immediately made the entire Divine Realm hold its breath again.

Angelina Valerius looked at both of them for a moment before speaking. "The terms are accepted. This battle will be decided by a single sword clash."

Her words caused the stage beneath them to begin glowing brighter. The laws of the Eternal Hourglass strengthened the barrier around the central arena, as if even it understood that one attack from Damian Voss and one attack from Max Morgan would not be ordinary sword moves.

Damian took a step back and raised his sword before him. Max also stepped back and held Dragonheart in both hands. The air between them changed at once. No one spoke, and no one moved carelessly.

Every spectator, every genius, every elder, and every clan across the Divine Realm fixed their gaze on the stage, because everyone understood one thing. The next moment would decide everything between these two swordsmen.

The entire Eternal Hourglass became silent after Max and Damian agreed to decide the battle with one sword attack. This was not a silence born from confusion. It was the silence of anticipation.

Everyone understood that a normal battle between these two would have been earth-shaking. Damian Voss had Sword Sovereign Heaven, a terrifying Pseudo Cosmic Path that had already cut through Aurelian's divine luminance, Kaiden's Grand Void Labyrinth, Rakan's War God Body, and many other supreme techniques.

Max Morgan had Dragonheart, the Emotion Severing Path, and a depth of sword comprehension that had only grown more frightening with each battle. If they fought normally, the clash could have lasted a long time, with both sides revealing layer after layer of strength.

But they had chosen one attack. One sword. One collision. One result.

On the stage, Damian Voss slowly closed his eyes. The sword in his hand lowered slightly, and the air around him became completely still. For a few breaths, there was no movement from him at all, yet the entire arena began to feel a sharp pressure spreading outward.

It was not wild, loud, or explosive like lightning or the abyss. It was the kind of pressure that made every sword in the Divine Realm tremble inside its sheath, because Damian's entire being seemed to be gathering into one pure edge.

Above and behind him, Sword Sovereign Heaven began to appear. Sword-edge mountains rose into existence, and rivers of sword light flowed across the sky.

An ancient sword altar stood at the center of that world, while far above it the sword palace appeared with its empty throne.

The single sword hanging before the throne descended slowly, and as it did, all the countless sword lights throughout the Sword Sovereign Heaven bowed toward it.

This was not the First Edict, nor the Second, nor the Third, Fourth, Fifth, or Sixth. Damian did not intend to hold anything back. Against Max Morgan, anything less than the strongest attack would be meaningless.

His sword heaven began to collapse inward. The mountains of swords broke apart and turned into streams of sharp light, and the rivers of sword energy rose into the sky and flowed into the descending sword before the throne.

The sword altar cracked, and the palace trembled. The empty throne shone with a cold and noble brilliance. All of Damian's sword authority, sword heart, sword intent, sword laws, blood, will, and battle experience gathered into the weapon in his hand.

"Sword Sovereign Heaven."

Damian opened his eyes.

"Final Edict."

The single sword before the throne fused into his blade.

"Throne Of The Only Sword."

The moment those words fell, the entire sword world behind him disappeared. No sword mountains, no sword rivers, no sword palace, and no altar or throne remained. Only Damian remained, and only his sword remained.

Because only one sword remained, everything else in the arena seemed to lose the right to be called sharp.

Across the Divine Realm, every swordsman felt their heart tremble, and the Sword God Palace fell into complete silence. This was Damian Voss pushing his strongest sword attack to the absolute limit.

The attack he had used against Ervin had already been terrifying, but now, after experiencing defeat and refining his sword heart through that loss, and after facing Max Morgan directly, Damian's final edict had become even purer than before.

His sword was no longer merely cutting force, law, rhythm, space, or authority. It was declaring that beneath this one sword, all other paths would be judged.

Max stood opposite him, and Dragonheart hummed softly in his hand. The moment Damian's strongest attack reached its peak, Max's eyes became serious as well. He had already seen how terrifying Throne Of The Only Sword was.

If Damian had used this attack against most other geniuses, the battle would have ended instantly. Even Revona's Void Origin Eyes would need to treat this sword with caution, because Damian had compressed his entire Pseudo Cosmic Path into one clean and absolute strike.

Max exhaled slowly. He did not activate Divine King Punishment. He did not release the Devouring Flames Domain. He did not use the four Divine Veins, and he did not summon the power of the Dimensional Keeper legacy again. This was a sword battle, so he would answer with the sword.

Dragonheart rose before him, and a cold, silent aura spread from the blade.

"Emotion Severing Path."

The moment those words left Max's mouth, the warmth of the arena vanished. Damian's sword was pure, proud, sovereign, and absolute. Max's sword was quiet, cold, forbidden, and terrifying.

The Emotion Severing Path did not merely carry sharpness. It carried severance. It severed feeling, intent, connection, rhythm, authority, and the invisible things that allowed power to remain whole.

The air around Dragonheart became deathly calm, as if every emotion in the battlefield had been cut away before the sword was even swung.

But this time, Max did not stop there. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and then the sword technique inherited from the Sword Saint flowed through his body.

"Saint Origin Sword Art."

The moment the name appeared, Dragonheart's aura changed again, and the cold severing power of the Emotion Severing Path gained structure. Before this, Max's Emotion Severing Path had been frightening because of how forbidden and unpredictable it was.

It could sever things that should not be severed, and even top geniuses struggled to understand where the true danger lay.

But now, when Max fused it with the Saint Origin Sword Art, that forbidden severing path gained a sacred sword framework that seemed to arrange every strand of severance into perfect order.

Emotion Severing Path was the edge, and Saint Origin Sword Art was the form. One was forbidden severance, and the other was the Sword Saint's order.

When the two merged, the power gathered around Dragonheart became so sharp, so calm, and so complete that even Damian's eyes changed.

For the first time, a trace of deep admiration appeared in his gaze.