Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1919 The Deadly Confrontation!

"That sword art...," Damian said softly.

Max looked at him. "It belongs to a senior whose sword path deserves utmost respect."

Damian nodded once. "Then I will answer it with everything I have."

Max smiled faintly. "Good."

The two of them moved at the same time. Damian stepped forward, and the entire arena seemed to vanish before his sword.

"Throne Of The Only Sword."

His blade came down. At that moment, every spectator felt as though there was only one sword left in the world. It carried Damian's full belief, full pride, full defeat, full refinement, and full will.

The sword did not need a storm behind it anymore, because it was the storm. It did not need the sword heaven to support it anymore, because it was the sword heaven condensed into one strike. It cut straight toward Max with the dignity of a sovereign blade that refused to bow before anything.

Max also stepped forward, and Dragonheart descended in his hands.

"Saint Origin Sword Art."

His eyes became calm.

"Emotion Severing Sword."

The blade moved. There was no thunder, no flame, no dragon roar, and no dimensional starlight. Only one sword line remained, a cold, orderly, perfect sword line that carried the full power of the Emotion Severing Path through the structure of the Sword Saint's technique.

It did not rush to overpower Damian's sword, and it did not try to crush the Throne Of The Only Sword through greater energy. It moved as though it had already found the invisible thread connecting Damian's final edict to his sword heart, his sword heaven, his throne, and the singular declaration that only his sword should remain.

The two swords met.

Clang.

The sound was impossibly clear. For one breath, nothing exploded. Damian's sword pressed forward, and Max's sword held. Then the stage split beneath them.

Boom!

A ring of sword force erupted outward and slammed into the Eternal Hourglass barrier. Golden laws surged wildly around the arena, layer after layer activating to contain the collision.

The air above the stage was cut into countless invisible fragments, and the ground beneath both swordsmen shattered into deep cracks that stretched from one end of the battlefield to the other.

Damian's Throne Of The Only Sword pushed with absolute authority. It tried to judge Max's blade, and it tried to force every other sword path beneath its throne. It tried to cut through the Saint Origin Sword Art and declare Dragonheart inferior to the one sword before it.

But Max's Emotion Severing Sword did not compete for the throne. It severed the connection that made the throne absolute.

The cold line around Dragonheart slid along Damian's sword authority, not against the surface of his blade but through the invisible structure behind it.

Saint Origin Sword Art guided the severing power with terrifying precision, preventing the Emotion Severing Path from scattering wildly. Every bit of the forbidden path was placed exactly where it needed to be.

It severed the pride from the pressure. It severed the edict from the throne. It severed the sword heaven's final support from the single blade, and it severed the meaning of "only sword" from Damian's attack.

Damian's pupils contracted, and his sword began to tremble.

"No," someone from the Sword God Palace whispered.

The Throne Of The Only Sword still pressed forward, but its absolute pressure began to crack. The sword itself had not weakened. Damian's will had not weakened, and his technique had not been flawed.

But Max's attack was not destroying it from the outside. It was cutting apart the invisible arrangement that allowed all of Damian's power to exist as one perfect sword.

Crack!

A faint sound echoed through the arena. A line appeared in Damian's sword light, then a second, then a third.

Damian gritted his teeth and poured everything he had into the final edict. His sword heart burned, and his blood flowed along the blade. The faint image of the empty throne appeared behind him again, trying to stabilize the final attack. But Max's sword moved one inch deeper.

The Emotion Severing Sword cut through the last connection. The empty throne split, and the final edict broke. The Throne Of The Only Sword shattered.

A blinding storm of broken sword light exploded around them, and for several breaths, no one could see the center of the battlefield. The Eternal Hourglass barrier groaned under the impact, and golden laws descended like chains to suppress the remaining sword force.

Across the Divine Realm, countless swordsmen stared without blinking, their hearts pounding as though they had just watched the highest pride of the sword path collide with something forbidden and divine.

When the light finally faded, Max stood behind Damian, Dragonheart lowered at his side. Damian remained standing in his original position, his sword held forward, but the blade light around it had disappeared.

A thin line of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his sword hand trembled once.

For a moment, Damian said nothing. He simply looked at his sword. The sword itself had not broken, but his strongest attack had.

After a few breaths, Damian closed his eyes.

"You cut through my attack. You win."

Max turned slightly and looked at him. "It wasn't easy."

Damian opened his eyes again. There was no anger in them, only exhaustion and respect. He looked at Dragonheart, then at Max, and a faint smile appeared on his face for the first time.

"Good sword."

Max smiled lightly. "Yours too."

Damian exhaled. Then he lowered his sword.

"I lose."

Angelina Valerius's voice descended over the arena.

[Winner: Max Morgan.] [Damian Voss Defeated.]

The screen above the Eternal Hourglass updated.

[Battle Record Updated.] [Max Morgan] [Total Battles Fought: 23] [Total Wins: 23]

[Battle Record Updated.] [Damian Voss] [Total Battles Fought: 23] [Total Wins: 21]

For one long breath, the entire Divine Realm remained silent. Then the eruption came.

The Black Dragon Clan exploded into thunderous cheers. The Sword God Palace stayed silent at first, but soon many disciples clenched their fists with complicated expressions. Damian had lost again, yet there was no shame in this defeat.

He had pushed his strongest attack to its limit. He had refined the Throne Of The Only Sword after losing to Ervin, and he had poured everything into one sword clash, only to still be defeated by Max's Emotion Severing Sword fused with the Saint Origin Sword Art.

That did not make him weak. It only proved that Max's sword path had reached a terrifying level.

On the pillars, Orion Starfall released a long breath. "One attack. They really decided it with one attack."

Rakan Thorne shook his head, his expression rare and serious. "If that sword had hit me, I would not even know what was cut."

Kaiden Voidmere looked at Max with deep eyes. "He did not overpower Damian's sword. He found its source and severed it."

Revona remained silent, but her gaze toward Max became more focused than before.

Ervin watched Damian for a moment, then Max. His abyss-like eyes darkened.

Max had defeated Revona. Max had defeated Damian. And now, only one final unavoidable battle remained between the top undefeated contender before Max and Ervin battle was the battle between Damian and Revona.