Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1392 Revona's Strange Ability

Though Max's face remained impassive on the surface, his thoughts raced ahead as he sent his response along the same mental pathway. "It means nothing to me," he stated evenly. "Peering into fate ought to be out of reach in the Divine Realm, given the rules that rule this place. How do you manage to glimpse the destinies of others? To my knowledge, the only moment I caught faint outlines of fate was when I reached the mortal realm's highest point right before rising up, and even those glimpses were hazy and imprecise for those far beneath my level."

Without a pause, he went on, his mind keen and intent. "Our cultivation bases are quite close, so reveal how you can perceive my fate in any way."

Revona paused briefly, as if carefully considering his query. When her reply came at last, it held a touch of playful intrigue. "If you manage to best me, then I'll reveal how I pierce the veils of others' fates," she murmured gently. "But you'll claim that secret only through a true victory over me."

"Remember what you've promised," Max shot back, his voice firm and unwavering, free from any trace of boastfulness or dread.

All this back-and-forth happened via mental whispers, concealed under their composed faces and poised forms, wrapping up in just a handful of heartbeats. To those watching from the sides, it looked like nothing at all had transpired, but to Max, those fleeting instants weighed far more than the fierce clash he'd just endured.

"Then let's clash," Max declared with a grin that masked the growing tension inside him, while every gut feeling warned that the figure opposite him hid dangers beyond her outward calm.

"Take your shot," Revona answered steadily, her words leisurely and somewhat detached, like she was beckoning an event she'd long anticipated.

Max wasted no time at all. The legacy of the Storm King ignited inside him, and Extreme Speed flared to its utmost, transforming his form into a bolt of fierce thunder as he materialized right before her.

He summoned the total force of twelve hundred Draconic Essences and tapped profoundly into the Vein of Origin, the foremost of the Seven Divine Veins, driving his bodily might to a horrifying summit. His punch ripped across the sky, bearing power enough to crumble peaks and dominate eighth level Rebirth Realm prodigies beyond doubt.

Revona reacted with equal quickness. She lifted her palm and seized his fist.

No blast erupted, no tremor shook the air, no fierce clash of energies rang out. It was as if Max's blow hadn't hit a mortal limb, but some force that nullified might entirely. In that split second, every ounce of energy he'd channeled into his strike evaporated, reduced to a mere feeble tap with no impact.

"How?" Max's gaze flared wide in shock. Before his mind could catch up, he launched a second strike with amplified fury, but Revona snared his fist once more with seamless accuracy, her hold both gentle and unbreakable.

A cold shiver raced down Max's back. He scowled intensely and unleashed a storm of swift blows, each packed with force to demolish top Rebirth Realm talents. His punches accelerated relentlessly, arcs of lightning crackling along his limbs as the onslaught poured forth endlessly.

Still, Revona deflected each assault effortlessly. Her motions stayed slight and nonchalant, like swatting aside drifting petals instead of halting catastrophic hits. What unnerved Max the most was the odd feeling that came with every contact.

Each time his knuckles touched her palm, the power surging through them got devoured utterly, vanishing into some invisible void. No pushback came, no battle of forces, just pure cancellation.

To the spectators' eyes, Max seemed to be unleashing a torrent of quick yet empty jabs, blows devoid of any real ruinous intent.

"What's going on with him?" Matthew Grimes scowled while observing the duel, baffled by the display unfolding before him.

The remaining six chiefs shared the same bewilderment. They'd all seen Max's earlier fight and grasped the awesome strength he wielded, so beholding him deliver what looked like plain strikes left them utterly perplexed. The gap between their assumptions and the reality gnawed at them, breeding doubt and discomfort.

Far overhead in the stands, Lady Virelia's face grew profoundly grave as her stare locked onto the veiled fighter. Her look held a profound gravity that had escaped the notice of the others, and though she uttered no word, it was evident she grasped truths hidden from the crowd.

Just Clan Head Raven wore a grin. She recognized that every skirmish with Revona wrapped up in this baffling fashion. She'd probed Revona repeatedly about this odd power, and the response stayed consistent: it was simply a gift from her class. But in her core, Clan Head Raven believed layers of mystery lay deeper still.

She felt Revona concealed enigmas vaster than any suspected, yet she'd never pushed for answers. Revona served as her clan's follower, and beyond that, a nagging, ominous hunch warned that challenging Revona head-on might bring repercussions too steep to bear.

'This sight still stuns me every time,' Clan Head Jeremy mused while eyeing the spectacle, his focus glued to Revona as she casually parried Max's strikes—the identical hands that had hurled Jonathan across the field with crushing might mere moments prior.

The difference struck too sharply to overlook, and regardless of how often he'd seen it, the view always rattled him to the bone.

His mind wandered to three months back, during his trip to the Dark Phoenix Clan to address Max claiming the Sword Sovereign's blade. It was then he'd first encountered Revona.

He'd only aimed to bargain and watch, but the events there had etched themselves permanently into his memory. Witnessing Revona unleash that eerie, incomprehensible skill had jolted him deeply, as it upended all his grasp of power, cultivation, and the Divine Realm's binding principles.

Even in this moment, as he observed her facing Max in the ring, that identical rush of awe flooded him anew. The incredulity, the disquiet, and the subtle terror all resurfaced strongly, underscoring that Revona stood as a being beyond the reach of typical measures.