Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1314 Final Battle - 1

Mark did not pause for a single moment. The golden heart acted first, liquefying into streams of brilliant radiance that surged forward to fuse into his chest. As it integrated, the second piece of his soul returned to its proper home, causing Mark to exhale a breath of profound relief.

Following immediately after, the crown, darkened by the True Origin Devil Blood, ascended of its own accord. It hovered momentarily before him, thrumming with a deep crimson light, before descending to rest upon his brow as if it had never been removed.

At that very second, a violent tremor split the sky of Acaris wide open. A colossal pillar of dark red light erupted through the heavens, piercing the clouds and extending far into the void. The resulting pressure was utterly suffocating.

With his soul reunited and the crown reclaimed, the presence Mark projected grew explosively. His aura surged without limit, radiating both divine authority and profound malice, far surpassing anything he had previously shown. He was not merely restored; he had exceeded his former peak.

"Hahahaha!" Mark’s laughter rang out, his voice reverberating through the desolate world like crashing thunder. "Finally. I am whole once more. My full strength has finally returned." The familiar rush of infinite divine power saturating every corner of his being made him feel as though he were reborn. Every injury, every crack, and every lingering flaw vanished as if they were never there.

"Now, go ahead and deal with the red cloud calamity," Max commanded, his voice slicing through the heavy atmosphere.

Mark turned his head slowly toward him, his eyes sharp and dripping with disdain, as if he were observing someone who had lost their mind. "I am unsure whether to commend your stupidity or respect your courage," he remarked chillingly. "To hand back my remaining soul pieces and my crown so freely. Max, this might be the most monumental error of your entire life."

Max looked back at him and offered a small smile. "That’s odd. I feel as though this is one of the few truly wise choices I have ever made."

"You carry an unusual amount of confidence," Mark mocked. "Do you truly believe you possess the power to kill me, or even win?"

"You were nearly killed once before," Max answered evenly. "You have been beaten. You aren't invincible; you are just difficult to finish off. If that weren't true, your false divinity would have been extinguished ten thousand years ago."

Mark’s face turned stony in an instant, his gaze becoming freezing. "Are you that desperate to die?" he demanded. "I regretted my failure to kill you in the past. Today, that mistake will be rectified."

"I would be happy to fight," Max said, his grin growing wider, "but first things first."

He snapped his fingers.

No visible change occurred. There were no bursts of light or explosions, nor any dramatic visual shifts. However, those who truly grasped the nature of power felt it immediately. A massive layer of defensive spatial laws expanded silently over the world, encasing Acaris in an invisible prison.

Max had a specific reason for this. He understood that neither Lucien nor himself could exert their maximum power while the spatial laws of this realm remained fractured. If such energy were unleashed under normal conditions, the fragile fabric of space would disintegrate, creating a black hole that would devour everything in sight.

Max’s actions did not repair the world's broken spatial laws. Instead, he replaced them temporarily with his own.

Utilizing the fifth level concept of space, Max enforced his personal spatial authority across the entire planet.

For the length of this conflict, the laws of space would obey him alone.

"Now, come," Max said calmly, lifting his hand and gesturing for Mark to approach with a single finger.

As soon as the invitation was spoken, Mark vanished. Space appeared to buckle inward for a heartbeat before his form materialized right in front of Max, his arm already striking. A fist infused with overwhelming divine authority ripped through the air, moving at a speed and power that surpassed both sound and light.

Any peak Divine Rank expert struck by such a blow would have been deleted instantly, their physical form and soul obliterated before they could even blink.

But Max perceived it.

Utilizing the supreme perception of the Three Dimensional Body, the world slowed to a crawl in his vision. The path of Mark’s fist was laid bare before him, every tiny shift in force exposed. His body, which had been tempered to the limit by the Giant Dwarves, moved by instinct.

Max balled his own fist, concentrating the raw strength of his physical form without the help of techniques or concepts, and punched forward to meet the strike head-on.

BANG!

The heavens shook from the impact. A massive shockwave burst out from their meeting fists, rippling across the firmament like a dying star. Space warped violently, and the air shrieked under the immense strain.

Several of the weaker Ascendants standing behind Mark were thrown back as if hit by a giant hammer. Their bodies spun out of control as they spat out black blood, their internal organs taking heavy damage despite not being the targets of the blow.

Neither Max nor Mark yielded an inch.

Mark’s eyes glowed with a feral excitement as he pivoted his hips and threw another punch, even faster and more powerful than the last. Max moved forward rather than retreating, catching the blow with his shoulder before launching a savage hook at Mark’s ribs.

Their fists and bodies collided repeatedly in rapid-fire succession, with every trade-off causing the surrounding space to detonate with fierce energy. Every single strike held enough power to slay a peak Divine Rank expert instantly, yet both men took the hits without flinching.

Another strike. Another crash. Another booming explosion.

The sky over Acaris vibrated unceasingly as shockwaves piled onto one another, shredding clouds and distorting the atmosphere itself. The earth far below fractured and tore open despite Max’s spatial law reinforcements; deep canyons formed as the planet itself groaned under the weight of their duel.

To anyone watching, this was no longer a clash between two people, but a collision of living disasters.

"Hahaha, this is the feeling I’ve missed!" Mark roared with laughter while trading blows with Max, his divine power boiling with every motion.

Max said nothing, his face cold and concentrated, his body transitioning perfectly between defense and attack as he met Mark strike for strike. This was not yet a battle of strategy or technique. It was a raw, brutal trade of pure power, speed, and murderous intent—a contest to see whose foundation would crumble first under the weight of absolute force.