From this encounter, Max quickly understood the pattern of the Combat Tower. The enemies ahead would not be random illusions or simple projections. They were fragnts of real warriors who had once challenged the tower and left behind part of their existence.
Each fragnt carried the battle experience and techniques of its original owner, even if their cultivation was suppressed to match the floor's requirent. That realization did not intimidate him. Instead, it sharpened his focus.
Without pause, Max ascended to the thirty second floor, then the thirty third, and continued upward. On each floor, a new opponent awaited him. Their cultivations began at the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm but gradually rose as he climbed.
By the ti he reached the fortieth floor, his opponents were at the sixth level. Their techniques grew more profound, their control over laws more mature, and their combat instincts sharper. So specialized in blade arts that split the air with terrifying precision, others wielded destructive elental abilities that shook the arena.
Yet Max dismantled them one after another with unwavering composure. Sotis he relied on overwhelming physical strength, sotis on precise law suppression, and occasionally on subtle dinsional manipulation. Each battle ended swiftly.
As he advanced past the fiftieth and sixtieth floors, the strength of his opponents rose to the seventh and then the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm. The pressure in the tower intensified with each ascent.
The arenas themselves seed to respond to the rising difficulty, becoming larger and more complex, filled with terrains that favored different combat styles. Still, Max did not slow down. His aura remained steady, his breathing even. He adapted effortlessly, crushing sword masters, spear wielders, elental experts, and body refinent cultivators alike.
Every opponent fought with the pride of a true warrior, yet none could halt his advance.
When he crossed into the seventieth and eightieth floors, the enemies standing before him had reached the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm. Their presence was imposing, their law comprehension bordering on the threshold of the next great realm.
Each of them represented a peak existence within Rebirth Realm. The battles beca more intense, the clashes of energy more violent, and the shockwaves more devastating. However, even against such opponents, Max displayed no hesitation.
His combat power far surpassed his displayed cultivation. He suppressed them with overwhelming force, broke through their techniques with precise counters, and shattered their defenses without rcy.
Floor after floor, his victories accumulated. There was no rest, no sign of exhaustion, no hesitation in his movents. The observers outside watched in growing disbelief as his na continued to rise higher on the tower's ranking display. The eightieth floor fell. Then the eighty fifth. Then the eighty ninth.
Finally, Max stepped onto the ninetieth floor. By then, he had defeated opponent after opponent, each one at the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm, each one a fragnt of a real warrior whose strength would dominate ordinary cultivators. Yet none of them had managed to slow him down. His ascent had been relentless, steady, and absolute.
Outside the Combat Tower, the atmosphere had fallen into complete silence. Every screen displayed Max's figure as he advanced from one floor to the next, and even the elders who had witnessed countless disciples attempt this trial over the years found themselves at a loss for words.
They had seen prodigies struggle, they had seen peak talents rise slowly through fierce battles, yet what unfolded before them now felt entirely different. It was not rely the fact that Max was ascending. It was the manner in which he did so.
He did not climb the tower step by step with visible strain or narrow victories. He rushed through it. From the thirty first floor onward, every opponent that appeared before him was a soul fragnt of a real warrior from the Divine Realm. These were not hollow illusions or simple constructs.
Each fragnt carried genuine combat experience and refined techniques. Yet in Max's hands, they seed no different from puppets made of straw. He crushed them with overwhelming strength, shattered their techniques with ease, and ended their existence without allowing them to display even half of their prowess.
"Damn, this Max is simply a monster!" Seraphina Vale could no longer maintain her earlier composure. The arrogance she once held when comparing Isabella to Max had completely dissolved. Isabella was indeed a true genius when placed among her peers, a rising star within their domain, but standing beside soone like Max made that comparison painfully unfair.
The difference was too vast. Isabella might shine brightly, yet Max burned like a blazing sun that eclipsed all others. Seraphina finally understood that placing them on the sa scale had been a mistake from the beginning. Isabella stood no chance against him.
Among everyone present, the most shaken was Joe. Not long ago, he had confidently wagered against the seven family heads, declaring that Max would never cross the eightieth floor. In his mind, the gap between potential and actual achievent was always significant.
However, Max had not rely crossed the seventieth and eightieth floors. He had stord through them as though the opponents standing there were insignificant insects. Those warriors at the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm, fragnts of true Divine Realm cultivators, were overwheld in direct clashes and dismantled without delay.
Joe found himself unable to even process the loss of the bet. At the sa ti, the seven family heads who had won the wager did not react with celebration either. Their gazes were fixed firmly on the screens, their expressions heavy with seriousness.
What they were witnessing had surpassed the realm of simple pride or satisfaction. Max was advancing through the floors above the eightieth with such speed that it felt as though he were racing against ti itself.
From the thirty first floor all the way to the ninetieth, his path resembled a massacre. Each arena beca a battlefield where he stood like a relentless executioner. He was calm, decisive, and unstoppable. The opponents that once would have halted even elite disciples were swept aside in monts. To the spectators, he resembled a killing god descending upon the tower, cutting down every challenger in his way.
Only when he reached the ninetieth floor did the montum finally pause. The tower itself seed to take longer to respond, as though it needed additional ti to forge the opponent worthy of standing before him.
For the first ti since his relentless ascent began, there was a brief stillness. Yet even that silence carried tension, because everyone present understood that what awaited on the ninetieth floor would not be ordinary.
"This Max… If I am not wrong, his talent and potential could be compared to the geniuses of the first rate forces in the Divine Realm." Joe finally spoke, his voice low yet heavy with aning. His eyes did not leave the screen as he uttered those words.
For soone of his status to make such an assessnt was not sothing done lightly. He had witnessed countless disciples rise and fall. He had seen peak talents erge from powerful clans and crumble when faced with true pressure. Yet what Max had displayed inside the Combat Tower forced him to reevaluate everything he thought he understood about the younger generation.
The mont his words fell, the seven family heads felt as though a silent thunderbolt had struck their minds. Their expressions stiffened, and for a brief mont none of them spoke. The Divine Realm was vast and rciless, and within it the first rate forces stood at the pinnacle.
The geniuses nurtured by such forces were monsters among monsters, individuals whose nas could shake entire regions. To compare Max to that level of talent was no small praise. It was an acknowledgnt that his potential extended far beyond their current domain.
They had always believed in Max's strength, which was why they had shown such confidence earlier. However, hearing Joe, a man known for his strict standards and sharp judgnt, openly admit that Max's talent could rival those legendary figures from the first rate forces sent a deep tremor through their hearts.
What they had regarded as extraordinary within their own circle was now being placed on a stage that belonged to the true elite of the Divine Realm.
Their gazes returned to the screen where Max stood calmly on the ninetieth floor, waiting for his next opponent. At that mont, the weight of Joe's words settled in their minds.
If his assessnt was accurate, then Max was not rely a rising star within their families. He was soone destined to step into a far greater arena, one where only the most terrifying geniuses could stand.
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