Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1316 Final Battle - 3

Gazing down at the immense crater gouged into the earth, Max didn't for a second believe that his last blow had finished the fight. Had Mark been so easy to slay, the title of immortal evil god would have been nothing but a hollow punchline whispered by terrified mortals.

"Hahaha."

Just as he suspected, Mark’s laughter rose from the depths of the pit, sounding warped yet vibrating with life. The broken terrain shuddered as his aura surged upward once more. "Who would have guessed," Mark remarked with blatant delight, "that the minor genius from the Lower Domain—the one I used to manipulate with a mere flick of my wrist—could now stand against me on equal ground."

His body ascended into the heavens, shedding chunks of debris as he hovered directly across from Max. His eyes locked onto Max with a look bordering on respect. "You, Max, are the greatest genius this world has ever seen," he proclaimed. "Lucien isn't a genius. He was merely a child gifted by the gods from birth. You are a different breed. You began with nothing and fought your way to this peak, step by painful step. That is the mark of a true genius."

A savage grin pulled at his lips. "And nothing brings me more joy than breaking geniuses at the height of their glory. So come. Reveal your true power. Let me see your genuine strength."

Max let out a slow breath, his respiration remaining rhythmic despite the crushing pressure emanating from Mark. He lifted his blade, and in that instant, he ceased his restraint. The fifth level concept of severing sword was unleashed in its entirety.

The result was both instantaneous and horrific.

The space surrounding Max began to silent fracture. Invisible lines of severance rippled outward like cracks in a mirror, slicing through the atmosphere, light, and the fabric of space as if they were fragile silk. The fundamental laws of the world recoiled, fighting to stay coherent under the absolute dominance of severance. The sky twisted violently, and the earth beneath Max’s feet split into unnaturally clean, precise fissures that stretched toward the horizon.

Had Max not already enforced the fifth level concept of space upon the field of battle, the resulting disaster would have been beyond calculation. Entire realms would have been sliced apart, continents shattered, and the world itself driven to total collapse. Max’s spatial authority bound the area tightly, forcing the ruinous reach of his severance to stay contained, even as reality itself groaned against the confinement.

Within that sealed territory, Max stood at the center like a silent executioner embodying the end of all things. His sword hummed with a soft vibration—not of energy, but of pure intent. Everything in his sight felt divisible. Everything felt fleeting.

Mark’s laughter died away as he sensed the shift.

His features sharpened, and his instincts flared in warning as the severing power brushed against his divine authority. For the first time since reclaiming his full power, Mark felt a sensation dangerously close to a threat.

Max raised his eyes, calm and resolute, as the concept of severance continued to bloom around him, transforming the battlefield into a domain where existence itself could be dismantled at his whim.

Then, he moved...

The moment Max took a step, the world seemed to flinch in fear. His blade moved—not with haste or doubt, but with total certainty—and a single arc of severing intent swept forward. It didn't roar or shine with blinding light. It simply existed, and everything in its path split open as if reality had surrendered to its own division.

At the final millisecond, Mark vanished from the trajectory, reappearing far to the side as the severing wave surged past him. The distant horizon buckled as a massive slab of land was sliced away with impossible precision; the cut was so clean that the sky itself warped and caved inward before the spatial seal stabilized it.

Mark looked toward the devastation with a thin smile that showed neither alarm nor panic. "A truly formidable strike," he said evenly, his voice steady despite the carnage. "And yet, you missed."

Max offered no reply. His sword swung again, faster this time, and then faster still. Every strike carried the absolute weight of the fifth level concept of severing sword, and every arc possessed the power to erase anything within its reach.

Mark danced between the blows with terrifying accuracy, sometimes stepping aside or phasing through space itself, letting the attacks pass by with only a hair’s breadth to spare. Every missed blow tore into the sealed battlefield, erasing mountains, boiling away seas, and leaving behind hollow scars where the world used to be.

The spatial barrier shook under the constant stress, forced to mend itself repeatedly as Max’s power threatened to break even his own containment.

Yet, despite the chaos, Mark remained unharmed.

"You are choosing to evade," Max finally spoke, his voice quiet but heavy with purpose. "That implies you know these strikes can wound you."

Mark chuckled softly as another severing slash passed so closely it nipped a piece of his cloak. "Or perhaps it means I find the dance more amusing," he countered. "Make no mistake, Max. I am capable of blocking them."

To demonstrate, Mark raised a hand as Max launched another strike, one even denser and sharper than the last. The severing force collided with Mark’s palm, and the shockwave rattled the entire sealed domain.

Space buckled inward, light shattered, and the earth beneath Mark's feet plummeted into a bottomless void. For a heartbeat, the severing intent ground against him with lethal force, but Mark stood firm, his divine authority blazing as he repelled the attack with sheer power.

With a careless flick of his wrist, he neutralized it, the severing energy dissolving into nothingness.

"You see," Mark said, dropping his hand. "I block when I choose to. I dodge when I choose to. This fight is not as lopsided as you might hope."

Max’s eyes narrowed, but his grip on his weapon did not falter. He knew Mark wasn't lying. Each of his strikes had the potential to kill beings far beyond the Divine Rank, yet Mark faced them without panic. The gap between them wasn't just power, but endurance, mastery, and the price each was prepared to pay.

However, he had succeeded in deceiving Mark. And that was the necessary first step.

‘Keep believing that is the limit of my sword attacks,’ Max thought to himself.