Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1315 Final Battle - 2

Following a series of savage blows, the very cadence of the conflict shifted. High above Acaris, the atmosphere had long since surrendered its peace; clouds were shredded and dispersed as if caught in a perpetual hurricane.

The earth beneath them shuddered incessantly as mountains split and oceans rose in violent protest, entire territories groaning under the weight of the two powers colliding repeatedly. Every strike exchanged between Max and Mark sent tremors through the world, acting not as mere impacts but as a relentless disaster that made the planet itself seem brittle.

Mark's composure finally broke.

A savage growl twisted his features as he pulled his fists back, a fierce crimson radiance erupting around his limbs. Intense infernal energy flooded from his frame, thick and suffocating, coating his hands in layers of ruinous power fueled by tainted divine authority.

The oxygen around his arm distorted instantly, the fabric of space shrieking under the strain as Mark lunged forward, driving his fist toward Max with lethal intent. This had evolved beyond a simple duel; it was a strike designed to annihilate everything in its trajectory.

Max did not flinch.

Instead, a thin smile touched his lips, as though he had been anticipating this exact moment. Tightening his grip, he channeled a minuscule portion of power from the Vein of Origin—the First Divine Vein of the Seven Divine Veins—through his system.

The transition was quiet, nearly invisible, yet the world's laws responded immediately. A deep, primordial power stirred within Max's fist, a force that felt entirely distinct from either infernal or divine energy. It was the essence of pure origin, existence itself forged into a single point.

Their knuckles collided.

The resulting impact surpassed mere catastrophe.

A thunderous boom ripped through the atmosphere, eclipsing every previous sound of battle. The sky fractured into shards of warped light, and space buckled violently even as Max’s spatial laws fought to maintain reality.

The ground below imploded, creating gargantuan craters that stretched for hundreds of miles, while distant continents trembled as if hit by a celestial quake. The seas rose in a frenzy, sending tsunamis toward far-off coasts despite no physical force touching the water.

For a fleeting second, it seemed as though the world of Acaris had been struck by a hammer wielded by the heavens.

Ascendants observing from the distance were tossed through the air like autumn leaves, many plummeting into unconsciousness as blood leaked from their ears and mouths. Even those at the pinnacle of the Divine Rank were forced into a desperate retreat, their physical forms screaming under the lingering pressure of that solitary exchange.

At the heart of the storm, Max and Mark remained frozen, fists locked together as their energies warred fiercely between them.

For the first time, Mark’s eyes widened in shock. The infernal energy shielding his arm began to vibrate, cracks snaking through it as if it were being dissolved by something far more primal.

Max held his ground, his stance relaxed yet immovable, the power of the Vein of Origin surging steadily through him.

"This," Max spoke softly, his voice piercing through the turbulence, "is the gap between stolen corruption and the true origin."

The world continued to tremble around them, the echoes of their clash vibrating like the pulse of a collapsing star. It was now painfully evident that this duel was no longer just a fight between two warriors; it was a conflict that put the very survival of the world at stake.

"Stolen power?" Mark sneered, his mouth curling in contempt as he glared at Max. In the following heartbeat, Max felt the space around him constrict. Ghostly chains slammed shut as layers of spatial laws folded inward, anchoring him in place with ruthless accuracy.

Mark had triggered his own dominion over space, trapping Max at a fixed coordinate where even a flinch felt impossible.

"Let's see you wiggle out of this," Mark cackled, walking forward while every footfall distorted the very air beneath him.

Before he could reach his target, the firmament above Mark turned suddenly dark. The sky became an ink-black void, as if the night had physically collapsed.

From that abyss, countless massive armaments materialized and began their descent. Broadswords, lances, halberds, and great blades fell like a celestial execution, each as large as a wandering asteroid and wreathed in suffocating heat.

These weapons were shaped from the fifth level concept of flames, their immense mass and density warping gravity as they dove with world-ending force.

This was Max's flame inheritance: The Black Sun.

High above the warzone, a massive crown of black fire took shape, its edges dripping with a blaze that consumed light itself. Simultaneously, a smaller, more concentrated crown of black flames appeared above Max, silent and perfectly restrained.

As the titanic weapons slammed into Mark, the world convulsed. Continents groaned, the oceans howled, and the sky cracked under waves of searing heat. Every impact exploded like a falling star, halting Mark's progress as he was buried under a relentless deluge of destruction.

The unyielding assault gave Mark just enough of a pause.

Within his spatial cell, Max’s eyes shimmered with a cold light. He concentrated, projecting his will through the fifth level concept of space. His personal spatial laws flared outward, crashing against Mark's restraints. The prison shattered under the strain, space itself wailing as Max broke free, the invisible shackles dissolving into nothing.

"Take this!" Max roared, lunging forward.

Fire erupted along his arm as he tapped into another inheritance: The Flame Tyrant. A massive fist of fire manifested, towering and arrogant, its heat so fierce the air ignited instantly. The fist grew as it accelerated, carrying the fury of a monarch of embers, and smashed toward Mark with the weight of a world.

"Weak," Mark laughed, bracing his legs to meet the blow directly.

Bang!

The fiery fist detonated upon contact, scattering flames across the heavens in a disastrous explosion that sent shockwaves racing across the globe. Distant mountain chains crumbled into dust from the mere aftershock. The ocean below parted for a moment, exposing the seabed before the waters crashed back together in massive tsunamis.

However, amidst the smoke, something was amiss.

The fire cleared to reveal Max hovering calmly in the air, his stance already transitioned. The flaming fist had never been intended to finish the fight; it was a distraction.

In Max’s grip, a blade shone with terrifying sharpness.

"One Sword. All Conquered."

The words were spoken like a final verdict.

Max triggered the ultimate technique of the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art. The sword swung down, embodying absolute severance, carving through space with ease. There was no thunderous roar, no blinding glare—only a singular, lethal strike that sliced through everything.

Bang!

The blade struck Mark squarely.

The result was beyond devastating. The sky seemed to implode, space tearing into jagged rifts as Mark was launched away like a shooting star. His form streaked across the firmament before slamming into the earth with unstoppable force. The planet buckled at the impact, a crater hundreds of kilometers wide opening up as the shockwave circled the earth, rattling every remaining structure to its foundation.

Ash, embers, and broken earth choked the horizon.

At the epicenter of the ruin, Max floated in silence, his sword lowered and his eyes locked on the burning impact site. Every strike thus far had been capable of world-wide destruction, yet this war had only just commenced.