Just as the excitent from the defeat of the elven woman on the ninety eighth floor was still spreading among the spectators, the atmosphere within the Combat Legion Tower changed once again.
The arena on the ninety ninth floor began to glow faintly as the tower gathered energy to form the next guardian. The process took noticeably longer than the previous floors, and the shifting light at the center of the battlefield slowly condensed into a solid figure.
Everyone watching the projections outside the tower imdiately focused their attention once again.
The figure that appeared this ti was not an elf or so mysterious race from distant star realms.
It was a human.
The man looked young, appearing to be in his late twenties. His face carried a calm and composed expression, and his posture revealed a quiet confidence that made him appear far older than his age suggested. His long dark hair flowed behind him as a faint aura surrounded his body. That aura was not explosive like the warriors Max had fought earlier. Instead it felt deep and unfathomable, as though an imnse power was hidden beneath a perfectly controlled exterior.
"A human… interesting," Joe said with a faint smile as he observed the projection carefully.
"Even though this opponent is human, I do not think the battle will beco any easier for Max," he continued while folding his arms thoughtfully. "A guardian standing on the ninety ninth floor must at least be stronger than the elven woman guarding the ninety eighth floor."
Joe's eyes remained fixed on the image of the young man standing inside the tower.
"I cannot wait to see how this fight unfolds," he added.
Without realizing it, Joe had beco completely captivated by Max's performance. The more he watched the young cultivator fight through the impossible trials of the tower, the more curious he beca about the person behind that strength. Even witnessing the upcoming battle felt valuable to him, as though every mont revealed another layer of Max's terrifying potential.
"Even if Max cannot clear the ninety ninth floor, he has already achieved more than anyone in the history of the Black Dragon Clan," Victor Veron said with a satisfied smile.
"What he has accomplished today proves that his potential and talent surpass anyone our clan has ever produced," he continued. "We will have to nurture this child very carefully from now on."
Mathew Gris nodded in agreent as he watched the projection with focused attention.
"We will hold a eting regarding Max's future once this trial is over," he said in a firm tone. "There are many things we must discuss about how to guide his path properly."
He then turned his gaze back toward the projection where Max stood on the ninety ninth floor.
"For now, let us simply observe how he performs in this battle."
Not far from them, Lady Virelia remained silent as she watched the scene unfold.
"All the best, Max," she muttered softly.
Her eyes never left the projection that displayed his figure standing before the mysterious warrior on the ninety ninth floor.
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At the ninety ninth floor, the mont the opponent fully materialized, Max's instincts sharpened imdiately. His body tensed slightly as the seven colored lightning around him flickered faintly, ready to erupt into motion at any mont. After everything he had experienced within the tower, he had already developed the habit of attacking the instant a new opponent appeared.
However, just as he prepared to strike, sothing made him pause.
Max stared deeply at the young man standing before him.
There was sothing unusual about the aura surrounding this opponent. It was subtle and calm on the surface, yet beneath that calmness lay a depth that felt ancient and imasurable. The more Max observed him, the more certain he beca about what he was sensing.
"Primordial… Are you from the Primordial Race?" Max muttered slowly.
The young man tilted his head slightly when he heard the question. His expression looked genuinely puzzled.
"How did you know?" he asked calmly. "It is usually very difficult for others to tell the difference between a human and a primordial."
Max took a slow breath as the realization settled firmly in his mind.
The opponent standing before him was truly a primordial.
"The aura you carry reminded of another primordial I have t," Max replied honestly.
Even as he spoke, his mind remained alert. The Primordial Race was widely recognized as the most powerful race within the Divine Realm. Their abilities, bloodlines, and natural talents surpassed those of nearly every other race that existed.
Facing soone from that race ant that even a fragnt of their soul could be extrely dangerous.
"Oh, so you have t another primordial," the young man said softly.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Max with newfound interest. For a brief mont he remained silent as though evaluating him more carefully.
Then sothing unexpected happened.
A third eye suddenly appeared at the center of the young man's forehead.
"This…!" Max's eyes widened slightly when he saw the strange phenonon.
The appearance of the third eye alone was shocking, yet what followed next was far more terrifying.
The eye slowly began to open.
As the eyelid lifted, an overwhelming pressure surged outward from the young man's body. The mont the eye revealed itself completely, the entire atmosphere of the battlefield seed to change.
Max felt as though the space around him had grown incredibly heavy.
The pressure that spread from that eye was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was not rely the aura of a powerful cultivator. It carried a divine authority that felt ancient and absolute.
Standing before the young man felt as though he was standing before a true god.
A strange impulse suddenly appeared in Max's heart.
The urge to kneel.
The urge to bow his head and worship the being standing before him.
The feeling rose within his chest like an uncontrollable instinct, attempting to force his body into submission before the overwhelming authority radiating from the third eye.
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