Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1389 Coming to Terms

Clan Head Raven from the Dark Phoenix Clan and Clan Head Jeremy from the Heavenly Kirin Clan shared a quick glance after pondering Max's terms briefly, then reached a mutual agreement. The atmosphere in the hall relaxed a bit, signaling their readiness to offer a counteroffer instead of flat-out refusing his requests.

"Your first condition is something we can agree to, along with enough resources to elevate your cultivation straight to the pinnacle of the Rebirth Realm," Clan Head Jeremy stated carefully, his voice steady and thoughtful. "But for the second condition, we've got our own suggestion."

"I'm all ears," Max responded, grinning easily, his stance casual as if he'd expected this development all along.

Clan Head Jeremy mirrored the grin and went on, his gaze sparkling with shrewd intent. "As for your second demand—requesting the core inheritance techniques from both our clans—that can be yours only if you claim victory in the Tri Clan Tournament, set to happen in one year's time."

After a short pause, he added with a subtle grin, "Plus, these terms will apply solely if you triumph over the two fighters we're dispatching today. Should you falter in even one bout, your sword gets sealed for good, and every one of your conditions falls through."

Their offer seemed reasonable to Max, but he sought one point of clarification before responding. "Tell me more about this Tri Clan Tournament," he inquired, his interest showing through his composed manner.

"I'd nearly overlooked that you're a newcomer from the mortal world, here just a few months," Clan Head Jeremy remarked, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. "The Tri Clan Tournament pits the inner disciples of our three clans against each other, aiming to select the top ten powerhouses. The winners in the top ten receive lavish rewards and access to the Divine Essence Cultivation Pool, exclusive to our three clans alone."

His face grew more grave as he pressed on, "This cultivation pool stands as a prized shared treasure among our three clans, so entry is reserved for the top ten standouts from the Tri Clan Tournament. To secure the inheritance techniques from our two clans, you'll need to join in and dominate the whole event, rising above everyone else."

"Got it," Max murmured, nodding thoughtfully as he processed the details, his features reflecting deep consideration of the revelation. Mentally, he sorted through the facts, grasping that it involved rivalry among the three clans and that tournament supremacy was key to earning their inheritance techniques for cultivation.

Having mulled it over shortly, he raised his eyes and declared with steadfast determination. "Fine, I accept your terms."

"Excellent," Clan Head Jeremy replied, smiling approvingly before glancing at Matthew Grimes. "Ready to kick off the fights now?"

Matthew echoed the smile, his eyes alight with eagerness. "Let's commence."

Now that everyone consented, the folks from the three clans shifted to the arena's sidelines, clustering into separate factions as they positioned themselves to watch the impending showdown.

The expansive area brimmed with eager suspense, and once the spectators had settled, just one person stood firm in the arena's heart—Max himself.

"I'll dispatch my fighter first," Clan Head Jeremy informed Clan Head Raven, his look grave and intent. "His defeat by Max seems unlikely, but should it happen, you know exactly who to follow up with."

"Understood," Clan Head Raven answered with a slight smile, her eyes drifting to a quiet young woman nearby. No hint of concern crossed her features, as she was utterly convinced their plan would bring Max down.

To keep that sword in Max's grasp, he'd need to prevail in both encounters, but for them to lock it away eternally, a single win on their side would suffice. In Clan Head Raven's view, the result was sealed from the instant she picked that young woman as a contender.

"Bring forth your initial challenger," Matthew instructed then, addressing the clan heads in a steady, commanding voice.

Clan Head Jeremy nodded with a smile. "Jonathan, you're up."

"Count on me," Jonathan assured boldly. A man with dark red hair who looked about thirty-something, yet his actual years spanned centuries, he strode into the arena confidently and halted opposite Max, the pair locking eyes wordlessly as the air thickened with strain.

"Name's Jonathan," he said, smiling assuredly as he presented himself, his bearing at ease but brimming with controlled might while fixing his stare on Max.

"Max," Max answered straightforwardly, matching the introduction with equal poise, his face showing no trace of overconfidence or dread toward his rival.

"I'll referee this fight and the next one," Lady Virelia declared, floating down to position herself airborne between them, her aura instantly commanding and dominant. As her gaze scanned the arena, she uttered one decisive word. "Begin."

Right as her order rang out, Max sprang into action. By triggering the Extreme Speed from the Storm King's Inheritance, his form blurred away amid red lightning flashes, becoming a fiery bolt that reappeared right in front of Jonathan almost instantly.

Max wasted no time, invoking the Absolute Reaper inheritance, which summoned a vortex of fierce black flames that engulfed Jonathan entirely, leaving him no chance to react.