Back on the planet Cyrus, the atmosphere outside the Combat Legion Tower erupted into excitent the mont Empress Luna disappeared from the projection. The elders and the seven family heads who had been watching the battle with tense expressions suddenly stood up almost at the sa ti.
Their eyes were filled with disbelief and exhilaration as they looked at the image of Max standing calmly within the arena.
For centuries the Combat Legion Tower had remained one of the most important treasures in the possession of the Black Dragon Clan. Generations of disciples had entered the tower to test their strength and prove their potential.
However the ninety first floor had always remained an unbreakable wall for the clan. No matter how talented the disciples were, none of them had ever succeeded in defeating the warrior guarding that level.
Because of this, the ninety first floor had slowly beco a symbolic obstacle that lingered in the minds of the elders and family heads. It represented a limit that the clan had never managed to overco.
Yet now that limit had finally been shattered.
Max had defeated the warrior guarding the ninety first floor and had successfully stepped onto the ninety second floor. For the first ti in the long history of the Black Dragon Clan, one of their disciples had broken through that barrier.
Mathew Gris clenched his fists tightly as excitent surged through his chest. His eyes shone brightly while he stared at the projection displaying Max's figure.
Ever since Max had joined the clan, one unbelievable event after another had taken place. At first many had doubted him. So had even believed that placing such expectations on a single disciple was unrealistic. Yet Max had continued to prove them wrong at every turn.
Mathew rembered clearly the day when the Violet Star Palace had agreed to hold an exchange eting with their clan. The Violet Star Palace was one of the strongest third rate forces in the Divine Realm, while the Black Dragon Clan had long been considered one of the weakest among the third rate forces. Such an opportunity would normally never have appeared for them.
Yet it had happened.
And the reason behind it was simple.
They had placed their bet on Max.
Mathew's gaze remained fixed on the young man standing within the tower as a realization slowly ford in his mind.
'This Max might be even more important than the Saintess of our clan.'
The thought was bold, yet the more he considered it the more certain he felt. Max's talent, his terrifying combat ability, and the influence he had already brought to the clan were things that could not be ignored.
Mathew glanced toward the other family heads and imdiately understood that they had reached the sa conclusion. The serious expressions on their faces revealed that they too recognized the significance of what Max represented for the future of the clan.
Not far from them, Isabella and Zain stood silently while watching the projection.
Both of them had clenched their fists so tightly that thin lines of blood had begun to seep through their palms. Their expressions were tense, but the emotions behind them were complicated.
It was not that they could not accept Max crossing the ninety first floor.
What troubled them was sothing deeper.
They realized that the gap between them and Max was widening far beyond what they had imagined. The path he was walking had already reached a height they could barely see.
Isabella was the soon to be Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan. Her Imperial Bloodline was the strongest bloodline in the Black Dragon Clan, granting her a level of talent that placed her above most disciples within the clan.
Zain was no ordinary genius either. His divine physique known as the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body allowed him to harmonize perfectly with the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. Among all the disciples of the clan, his compatibility with that bloodline was considered the most perfect.
Yet despite their extraordinary talents, both of them felt a quiet realization settling in their hearts.
They might never surpass Max.
They might not even be able to stand beside him as equals.
"Haha, I knew it," Joe said as he laughed while watching the projection. The ease with which Max had defeated Empress Luna had clearly pleased him. "Let us see how he performs against the rest of the floors."
When Joe spoke those words, the seven family heads slowly shifted their attention back toward the projections once again. Their earlier celebration faded into focused anticipation as they waited to see what Max would accomplish next within the tower.
And Max also did not waste a single mont after clearing the ninety first floor.
The mont the warrior guarding the ninety second floor materialized before him, the battle began without any exchange of words.
The new opponent carried an aura that was slightly stronger than Empress Luna's fragnt. His presence filled the arena with heavy pressure and his weapon glowed with dense power that revealed the depth of his cultivation.
Since the ninety second floor stood above the ninety first floor, the warrior here was naturally stronger than Empress Luna. His attacks were fierce and his control over his techniques was precise. Each strike carried trendous force that shook the battlefield and caused waves of energy to spread through the arena.
However the difference in strength between him and Empress Luna was not enough to trouble Max.
Max fought calmly and decisively. The power he had displayed against Empress Luna continued to shine through the battle. Within a short ti he overwheld the warrior with superior speed and control. The opponent's attacks failed to push him back and the battle ended swiftly as Max defeated the warrior without much difficulty.
With the ninety second floor cleared, Max stepped forward and entered the ninety third floor.
The warrior guarding the ninety third floor appeared soon after. His aura was powerful and his presence carried the authority of a veteran warrior who had experienced countless battles. His techniques were fierce and destructive as he attacked Max with full strength.
Yet the result remained the sa.
Max faced the warrior calmly and defeated him without much struggle.
The battle on the ninety fourth floor unfolded in a similar manner. The opponent possessed terrifying strength and unleashed powerful techniques the mont he appeared. However Max dismantled his attacks one by one before defeating him decisively.
The ninety fifth floor followed.
The ninety sixth floor followed.
Then ca the ninety seventh floor.
On each of these floors the warriors who appeared were stronger than the ones before them. Their techniques were more profound and their combat instincts sharper. The pressure inside the tower grew heavier with each level.
However none of them managed to slow Max down.
He continued advancing through the floors with unwavering confidence. Each battle ended faster than the previous one and his path through the tower remained unstoppable.
It was only when Max reached the ninety eighth floor that the atmosphere changed.
Outside the tower, the spectators who had been watching his relentless ascent finally took a deep breath.
For the first ti since he had begun clearing the floors in the nineties, the tower did not imdiately produce the next opponent.
The Combat Legion Tower seed to pause as energy gathered slowly within the arena. The process of materializing the warrior guarding the ninety eighth floor took noticeably longer than it had for the previous 90 floors.
Everyone watching the projection understood what that ant.
The opponent on the ninety eighth floor was going to be different.
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