Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1365 Difference between mortal and divine realm genius

"I won't hold back anymore," Adam declared, and as soon as he spoke, the whole arena reacted to his words. Fierce lightning erupted around him, bathing the hall in a dazzling blue glow while his aura burst forth unchecked.

With a lift of his hand followed by a swift drop, the initial strike fell like divine retribution, a massive lightning pillar slamming down at Max with immense weight and finality.

Even before the lightning reached him, Max advanced a step and slashed his sword in one fluid motion. The edge embodied the complete might of his fifth level severing sword concept, slicing the lightning pillar straight through its center, causing it to scatter into oblivion as though it had vanished entirely.

Without pause, Adam launched his next assault right away, quicker and more incisive than the previous one. Innumerable lightning bolts fired out in a tight volley, ripping the air with shrill howls as they converged on Max from various sides.

Max's sword danced once more, now in quick bursts, every swing exact and measured. Each bolt approaching him got sliced at its heart, dismantled prior to detonation, the lightning dissolving and vanishing wherever his blade sliced through.

The third strike arrived immediately, immense in scope instead of velocity, as a gigantic surge of lightning swept over the arena's surface, poised to engulf all in its way.

Max rooted his stance and swept his sword in a broad circle, causing the surge to divide, flowing aside from him like it was barred by some unseen rule.

Suddenly, the fight turned into a fierce, rapid-fire clash. Adam turned into a streak of movement, lightning hurling him across spots as he assaulted without mercy, lunging from overhead, the flanks, and the rear.

Certain strikes zipped with lightning speed to surprise Max, whereas others hammered with brutal weight, aimed at subduing him via raw power.

Max countered each one steadily, without a hint of alarm, his sword carving neat and effective trails in the air. Every nearby lightning bolt got fully bisected, neither blocked nor pushed away, but dismantled to its root, leaving no trace whatsoever.

The arena brimmed with sparks, but not a single one grazed Max.

Adam intensified his efforts, his breaths coming harder as his onslaughts turned fiercer. Lightning shaped into arms, talons, and curves that ruled the area near Max, applying strain from every angle simultaneously.

Echoes of unending collisions rang through the arena as lightning collided with the unseen slashes from Max's sword. Amid the torrent of attacks, Max's form stayed unbroken. His actions remained sparing, his face serene, his sword lifting and dropping with flawless rhythm, as though he foresaw every incoming blow.

The onlookers among the disciples above sensed their pulses racing, for the flurry's velocity exceeded what many could track.

The tempo surged once more when Adam bellowed and released his all. Lightning burst from him in savage throbs, saturating the arena with crushing force. He struck nonstop, linking blows without break, each surpassing the prior in might, his lightning freed from any shape or pattern.

Max confronted it directly. His sword flashed unceasingly, cleaving through lightning repeatedly, the fifth level severing sword concept unleashed at maximum. Regardless of how commanding Adam's strikes grew, none breached the line set by Max's edge.

At last, Adam sprang away, gasping for air, his gaze alight with resolve and urgency. "Try this one," he yelled, channeling lightning between his palms. The lead of his mightiest moves burst forth, a packed orb of lightning throbbing wildly before hurtling ahead, its intensity warping the surrounding air.

Max advanced toward it and slashed once, dividing the orb and wiping it out utterly. The next came without delay, a huge lightning form of a dragon plummeting from the sky, ponderous and unrelenting, intended to smash Max flat.

Max lifted his sword and slashed skyward, the form crumbling as if hit by a hidden edge.

Adam cried out while channeling his utmost into the last strike. Lightning inundated the arena, crafting a turbulent tempest that thundered with ruinous fury, bolts plummeting from all sides in a ultimate bid to bury Max.

For the initial time, Max unveiled the true extent of his severing sword concept, his sword acting with total command. In one sharp, conclusive swing, he sliced right through the tempest. The lightning halted momentarily, then fractured outward in all directions, dissolving into quiet as the arena fell vacant and calm.

Adam remained rigid, his lightning extinguished, his top assaults nullified entirely, whereas Max stood firm in the arena's midst, sword at rest, unscathed and steady, as if the tempest had never raged.

"Do you wish to keep going?" Max inquired evenly, his sword relaxed as he regarded Adam with no enmity or scorn, just serene assurance.

"No," Adam answered following a deep inhale, his torso heaving fast under fatigue's burden. No disgrace colored his tone, merely recognition, for he grasped plainly that prolonging the fight would alter naught.

Max gave a subtle nod and pivoted, the result firmly set in his thoughts. He had triumphed over Adam effortlessly, not due to any shortfall in Adam's ability, but because the divide between them ran far beyond mere cultivation stages.

Adam ranked high among mortals, truly outstanding even by Warrior Academy measures, but he remained tethered to mortal skill limits. Throughout, Max detected no assault bearing the profundity or command of a genuine Divine Realm legacy.

All of Adam's lightning arts, no matter their apparent swiftness or dominance, stemmed from mortal insight, polished sure, but ultimately flawed.

Max grasped this disparity sharply. Mortal practitioners absent from the central legacy paths of Divine Realm powers couldn't genuinely rival one like him. Adam fit that mold.

Despite his Warrior Academy training and attainment of the fifth level in the Rebirth Realm, his base rested on mortal approaches. Versus that, Max's complete deployment of the fifth level severing sword concept sufficed to rule the fight sans extra might.

By Max's assessment, solely authentic disciples from the Black Dragon Palace at the fifth or sixth level of the Rebirth Realm could truly test him. Those disciples differed at their core from Adam.

They held potent bloodlines coursing in their veins, legacy arts handed from Divine Realm masters, and drills honed by entities who comprehended this realm's laws deeply.

Cultivators of that caliber weren't just ahead in power or stages, but excelled in their very nature, rendering them vastly more threatening than any mortal reaching the same cultivation height.