Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1499 A Primordial

While the thrill of overcoming the elven guardian on the ninety-eighth level continued to ripple through the crowd of watchers, the mood inside the Combat Legion Tower shifted once more.

The battleground on the ninety-ninth level started to shimmer softly as the tower drew in power to shape the upcoming defender. This formation dragged on longer than those from earlier levels, with the swirling glow in the heart of the arena gradually solidifying into a tangible form.

All those viewing the displays beyond the tower snapped their focus back immediately.

The form that emerged this round wasn't an elf or any enigmatic folk from remote cosmic domains.

It was a human.

The fellow seemed youthful, likely in his upper twenties. His features held a serene and steady look, and his stance showed a subtle assurance that aged him beyond his years. His lengthy black locks trailed behind as a subtle energy enveloped his frame. That energy wasn't the explosive kind like the fighters Max had clashed with before. Rather, it seemed profound and bottomless, like a vast strength lurked under a flawlessly restrained surface.

"A human… intriguing," Joe remarked with a slight grin while scrutinizing the display closely.

"Though this foe is human, I doubt the clash will get simpler for Max," he went on, crossing his arms in contemplation. "A defender at the ninety-ninth level has to be at least mightier than the elven guardian of the ninety-eighth."

Joe's gaze stayed locked on the projection of the youth positioned within the tower.

"I can't wait to witness how this bout plays out," he appended.

Unbeknownst to himself, Joe had grown utterly engrossed in Max's feats. The longer he observed the young fighter conquer the tower's daunting challenges, the more intrigued he felt about the force driving that power. Even catching this pending skirmish seemed precious, as if each instant unveiled yet another facet of Max's fearsome capabilities.

"Should Max fail to conquer the ninety-ninth level, he's still outdone every record in the Black Dragon Clan's annals," Victor Veron declared with a pleased grin.

"Today's feats confirm his aptitude and gifts eclipse all our clan has ever fostered," he pressed on. "From here forward, we must cultivate this youth with utmost care."

Mathew Grimes gave a nod of accord while eyeing the projection intently.

"Once this ordeal ends, we'll convene on Max's prospects," he stated resolutely. "Plenty of matters await us on steering his journey right."

With that, he directed his sight back to the projection showing Max on the ninety-ninth level.

"Right now, let's just see how he fares in this confrontation."

Nearby, Lady Virelia stayed quiet as she followed the events.

"Good luck, Max," she whispered under her breath.

Her gaze never strayed from the projection featuring his silhouette facing the enigmatic fighter on the ninety-ninth level.

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On the ninety-ninth level, the instant the foe took full shape, Max's senses heightened right away. His form grew taut a bit as the seven-hued thunderbolts encircling him sparked lightly, poised to burst into action anytime. After all he'd endured in the tower, he'd formed the routine of lunging at new adversaries the second they showed.

Yet, right as he geared up to lunge, an oddity halted him.

Max gazed intently at the youth positioned ahead.

An peculiar vibe cloaked this adversary. It appeared mild and steady outwardly, but underneath that tranquility hid a vastness that struck as timeless and boundless. The closer Max examined him, the surer he grew of his perception.

"Primordial… Are you of the Primordial Race?" Max uttered deliberately.

The youth cocked his head a touch upon hearing the query. His face showed real bewilderment.

"How did you figure it out?" he inquired evenly. "Folks rarely spot the distinction between a human and a primordial."

Max drew in a measured breath as the truth rooted deep in his thoughts.

The rival before him was indeed a primordial.

"The energy you exude echoed another primordial I've encountered," Max answered truthfully.

As he talked, his awareness stayed sharp. The Primordial Race stood renowned as the mightiest lineage in the Divine Realm. Their powers, heritages, and innate gifts outshone almost every other species around.

Confronting one from that lineage implied even a soul shard could prove gravely perilous.

"Ah, so you've crossed paths with another primordial," the youth murmured gently.

His gaze sharpened faintly as he appraised Max with fresh curiosity. For a short while, he held quiet, seemingly probing deeper.

Then an unforeseen twist occurred.

A third eye abruptly manifested in the middle of the youth's brow.

"This…!" Max's eyes flared a little at the bizarre sight.

The third eye's emergence stunned alone, but what came after chilled far more.

The eye gradually started to part.

As the lid rose, a crushing force billowed from the youth's frame. Once the eye unveiled fully, the whole battlefield's air transformed.

Max sensed the area nearby turn oppressively dense.

The force emanating from that eye outstripped any prior encounter. It wasn't just a mighty cultivator's presence. It bore a godly command that rang eternal and unchallenged.

Facing the youth felt like facing an actual deity.

A weird compulsion surged in Max's core.

The drive to drop to his knees.

The drive to lower his head and revere the entity ahead.

The sensation swelled in his breast like an untamable reflex, striving to compel his frame to yield to the dominant command pouring from the third eye.