Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1477 Joe's Belief!

Two silhouettes emerged in front of Max on the second floor, yet they failed to launch an immediate assault due to an odd transformation overtaking them.

"Hmm? They're fusing?" Max expressed astonishment. He never foresaw that the dark silhouettes possessed the ability to combine into a single form.

They blended into a shape akin to a human figure, with strands of dark vapor twisting from their outlines, and as soon as they solidified completely, they charged at Max in unison, advancing with synchronized ferocity.

Max refrained from retreating, avoided assuming a guarding posture, and didn't even summon more than a fraction of his cultivation power. He merely executed a straightforward sword swing in one fluid motion, the weapon slicing with an acuity that appeared to sever the idea of opposition itself.

Those two dark silhouettes weren't just vanquished. They were utterly annihilated, torn asunder by the impact of that lone action, their shadowy structures dissolving and evaporating into faint traces of darkness that vanished prior to touching the ground.

"Looks like the initial floors are straightforward," Max remarked, his words laced with the dull, somewhat detached inflection of an individual handling a chore far below their capabilities.

The environment around him wavered and altered as the tower acknowledged his triumph, the barriers melting away and reforming into the subsequent level, where now three dark silhouettes arose from the room's periphery this time.

All of them operated at the initial stage of the Rebirth Realm, their presences subtle yet detectable, a mild force emanating from each as they positioned themselves to encircle him. This tactic might work against a typical foe, but Max was far from typical, and the distances separating them proved irrelevant against a sword blow bearing the burden of his might.

He unleashed his blade across them in one broad sweep, the sharp edge slicing through their manifested frames like vapor, causing them to implode and disappear before they could comprehend their fate.

Level by level succumbed in identical manner. On the fourth level, four dark silhouettes sought to overpower him via numbers alone, surging toward him from various directions simultaneously, yet Max navigated among them with a minimalism of movement that bordered on eerie, eliminating every one within just two blows.

The fifth level introduced adversaries with greater solidity in their structures, their actions quicker and more purposeful, though they remained solidly at the first stage of the Rebirth Realm and shattered under the identical vast disparity in prowess.

The sixth and seventh levels featured dark silhouettes capable of forming basic armaments from their own essences, lances and edges of solidified darkness that they drove toward Max with true murderous purpose, but he pierced through them unchanged in strategy, his sword fragmenting their makeshift limbs alongside the forms supporting them.

On the eighth level, he found himself in a space where the darkness itself appeared to writhe and change to confuse him, the illumination intentionally deceptive, with shapes materializing and vanishing at the fringes of his sight to disrupt his concentration.

Max merely projected his awareness via his Dimensional Sovereign Body, sensed the mass of each entity through the faint ripples in energy they couldn't fully conceal, and felled them prior to their exploitation of the optical disarray.

The ninth and tenth levels arrived with more potent foes whose cultivation had risen to the second stage of the Rebirth Realm, yet the outcome stayed unchanged. A single sword stroke cut down all the dark silhouettes.

Max then smoothly accessed the 11th level.

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Beyond the tower, a throng had assembled, their gazes lifted toward the massive displays hovering overhead that relayed Max's every action in sharp detail.

The visuals depicted each level with flawless precision, revealing his isolated attacks and the prompt eradication of every challenger the tower deployed against him, while the assembly whispered to one another as they observed a third-stage Rebirth Realm disciple traverse the combat tower's early levels like a casual stroll down deserted halls.

Joe lingered amid the watchers, arms crossed and a grin tugging at one side of his lips, not the grin of awe, but the grin of someone privy to the tale's conclusion and pleased to witness its unfolding.

He observed Max clear yet another level on the display with that persistent exasperating simplicity before he at last commented.

"The opening levels are simple in the combat tower," Joe stated, his manner relaxed, nearly casual, "but after reaching the midpoint, past the fiftieth level threshold, that's when the true challenge begins."

He halted, permitting the remark to sink in before proceeding. "I figure with his third-stage Rebirth Realm power, he'll face intense difficulty surpassing the thirtieth level, but should he pull that off, I'm certain he'd hit a barrier roughly between the fiftieth and sixtieth levels. That's where most disciples surrender."

He inclined his head a bit, as if offering a minor acknowledgment prior to withdrawing it. "And despite this young man not being quite ordinary, given how he somehow claimed the sword of the Sword Sovereign, his cultivation remains far too modest to climb the combat tower to any notable extent."

As those statements escaped his lips, Joe directed his attention to the clan leaders of the Black Dragon Clan, anticipating at least partial concurrence in their countenances.

Instead, what met him caused a fleeting hesitation. None appeared persuaded. They remained observing the suspended displays with serene, steady expressions, and no doubt lingered in their eyes, no reluctance implying they were silently considering Joe's potential accuracy.

They outright disbelieved him, and made no effort to conceal it.

The subtle astonishment that crossed Joe's features endured briefly before twisting into a scowl. "What?" he uttered, glancing among them. "Do you all think Max will surpass the sixtieth level and reach the seventieth?"