Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1451 Surpassing Isabella!

"I'd estimate he can make it to the middle of the tenth layer at minimum, maybe even get close to its summit," Lilith Carol remarked following a brief pause. "The speed he managed in the ninth layer forms the basis of my assessment. What he achieved there was nothing short of remarkable."

Henry Lumin's face grew a touch gloomier as he chimed in afterward.

"Isabella pushed nine thousand three hundred miles through the ninth layer prior to stepping into the tenth," he stated deliberately. "With Max's ongoing drive, it's quite likely he'll outdo her showing in this section."

Bitterness didn't color his tone, yet the astonishment lingered plainly. He'd foreseen Zain topping Isabella's feat. He could stomach that. However, the arrival of yet another prodigy who could match or best a Saintess in training caught him off guard.

Matthew Grimes gave a subtle nod.

"He ought to exceed Isabella's reach," he commented, a relaxed grin on his features. "Still, gauging his progress inside the tenth layer proves much tougher to forecast."

In contrast to certain onlookers, Matthew's delight was sincere and wholehearted. Max had joined their group. Each stride he made along the Path to Eternal Flames bolstered the Black Dragon Clan's reputation entirely. Any pinnacle he attained would be logged beneath their emblem.

Not all felt that same joy.

Garry Heron lingered a bit separated from the rest, his features stiff. Earlier, when Zain accessed the eleventh layer, his countenance had brimmed with satisfaction, but now his stare held no kindness.

Just an icy veil hung in its place.

He'd once tried pulling Max into the Heron Family. Offers had been made, influence applied, all with the assurance of claiming such a bright prospect. Those attempts had fallen flat. Max refused to enlist with him. Rather, he'd thrown in with another side.

That snub still burned in Garry's thoughts.

Observing Max poised steadily in the tenth layer, Garry's hands clenched a fraction more behind him. His look carried zero respect.

Merely bitterness bubbled just under the skin.

Max's ascent wasn't limited to one incident. Starting with claiming the Sword of the Sword Sovereign—a relic that thwarted endless talents—to besting skilled heirs from opposing clans, he'd time and again shown talent for upending predictions.

At present, positioned in the tenth layer of the Path to Eternal Flames, he'd shattered once more the notions of his doubters.

Lady Virelia heard in silence, her demeanor serene. A subtle grin curved her mouth, yet she held back from any proud declarations, unlike the elders or family heads.

Across the projection display, Max's form endured amid the furious blazes of the tenth layer, with wild fire whirling fiercely about him.

The crowd's whispers kept building.

One fact stood clear to all now.

Max wasn't your average prodigy.

"See there. Max is on the move."

A sharp call from an elder echoed over the observation area, pulling all eyes straight to the enormous screen above. Right as he uttered it, the previously motionless shape at the tenth layer's threshold started pressing on.

Max moved ahead boldly.

The tenth layer's fires roared wildly near him, their thickness way surpassing the depths below. These turbulent flame principles were polished, crushing, and laden with power. Still, strain didn't show on him. His stride wasn't rushed. It held firm.

Nine thousand one hundred miles.

Nine thousand two hundred miles.

Every marker blinked softly on the screen's readout.

A heavy hush dropped over the area while the figures rose under watchful eyes. All grasped the weight of the unfolding scene.

Nine thousand three hundred miles.

The mark of Isabella Lumin's deepest push in the tenth layer.

Max kept his rhythm nearing it.

Nine thousand three hundred and twenty miles.

Nine thousand three hundred and fifty miles.

He went beyond.

A soft ripple of chatter burst from elders and students alike.

"He's gone past nine thousand three hundred miles."

"He's shattered the Saintess in training's mark for this test."

The truth weighed down on the assembly.

Isabella's stance went rigid.

Her stare fixed on the display, her face draining of hue bit by bit. She'd observed his start with blended anticipation and fear. Deep down, she'd hoped for his stumble short of her benchmark.

Yet he didn't waver.

He cleared it smoothly.

The inferno that halted her before now yielded as he pressed on.

Isabella's hands shook a little prior to balling into fists at her hips. The shame she'd dreaded started forming in her thoughts. The bet she'd struck with him flashed back sharply.

Officially, he'd bested her run in the Path to Eternal Flames.

The Saintess in training found herself eclipsed.

Her mouth formed a narrow seam, and while she strived for calm, the dismay in her gaze revealed her inner chaos.

Nearby, elders showed blends of wonder and respect.

"Unbelievable."

"He's genuinely outdone her."

"Beyond just reaching the tenth layer, he's topped the Saintess in training's boundary."

An elder wagged his head gradually, his awe plain to see.

"This young one keeps overturning what we think."

Henry Lumin paused wordlessly for an instant, eyes glued to the display. His look stayed somber, but refusal wasn't part of it. Facts on the board spoke true.

Matthew Grimes let a soft grin return.

"He won't stop astonishing us," he murmured.

Victor Veron dipped his head affirmatively.

"Monsters fill this era for sure."

Overhead, Max's shape kept pushing past nine thousand three hundred miles, tenth layer fires bellowing back in defiance.

Every footfall widened the divide from Isabella more.

"Curse that boy."

Seraphina Vale's chin set firm as she glared at the screen, her glare keen as unsheathed swords. Max had topped Isabella's score already, and his speed held. The grudge in her eyes shone clear. His every advance hit her ego like a blow.

Yet surrounding her, wonder gradually overtook the doubt.