Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1319 Final Battle - 6

The amusement on Mark’s face vanished, replaced by a frigid intensity as he prepared to demonstrate the true magnitude of a crownbearer’s power. He leveled a single finger toward the distant horizon, and in response, the world trembled in terror.

Far beyond the reach of the eye, the planet’s crust began to tear away as if the fabric of reality were being unzipped. Entire continents were folded inward, crushed into a point of infinite density, and launched toward Max as a collapsing planetary core. This strike was not composed of lightning, fire, or physical force; it was inevitability manifested into a physical shape, a concentrated fate designed to annihilate everything in its path.

Time warped and slowed as the core traveled, causing even the concept of distance to become meaningless. Max reacted by anchoring the surrounding space with his fifth-level Concept of Space, then swung his blade with the absolute authority of the Concept of Severing Sword.

Rather than clashing against the world core, the blade sliced through the destined result of the attack, bifurcating the strike into two harmless flows of dissolving reality that dissipated before they could reach him.

Without pausing for even a single breath, Mark raised his crown high and uttered a word that was more of a divine decree than a sound. The sky reacted by turning inside out, revealing stars in the middle of the day—though these stars radiated divine authority instead of light.

They descended one by one, not as simple meteors, but as celestial judgments that deleted the air and restructured the very terrain they impacted. In the wake of each star’s landing, existence blinked out for a moment before violently reforming into twisted, unnatural shapes. Max confronted this apocalypse by harmonizing his fifth-level concepts.

Bolts of lightning surged upward to intercept and shatter the falling stars, while black flames consumed their divine essence and ice froze the resulting shockwaves, halting their expansion. Despite his efforts to mitigate the collateral damage, the sheer magnitude of the assault caused the world to shudder, sending massive cracks through the distant landscape.

Realizing that brute destruction would not be enough to crush his foe, Mark shifted his strategy. His eyes grew sharp as the divine energy of the crown was funneled inward. Suddenly, the world itself began to lose its memory of Max.

The atmosphere no longer acknowledged his presence, the earth refused to provide him footing, and causality itself attempted to sever the link between Max and the current moment. This was the erasure of a god—an attack that targeted the right to exist rather than the physical body.

Max immediately felt his artificial soul buckling under the strain, yet his expression remained composed. Invoking the Concept of Severing Sword at its peak, he swung his blade—not at Mark, but at himself—severing the collapsing chains of causality that were trying to unmake him.

‘I can cut through the causalities of Mark’s strikes, but can I sever the bond between him and that crown, even for a moment?’ Max pondered as the combat raged on.

Space vibrated violently as the erasure failed. Max re-established his existence through sheer force of will, standing his ground as the world was forced to acknowledge him once more.

Mark let out another laugh, though it was now tinged with a trace of skepticism. He slammed his foot down, and the world’s heartbeat thundered in response. Colossal pillars of divine authority erupted from the planet’s depths, each representing a fundamental law: growth, decay, order, and destruction.

These pillars did not target Max directly; instead, they began to orbit him, creating a divine cage that compressed inward with the crushing weight of the world’s own laws. Max fought back by expanding his spatial domain to its maximum capacity, unleashing ripples of severing intent that tore through the foundations of the pillars.

Every strike caused a fundamental law to wail and collapse. The prison shattered into pieces, sending shards of broken authority flying across the sealed battlefield.

Each exchange made it undeniable that Mark’s techniques were more than mere power; they were godlike manifestations of absolute dominion.

Simultaneously, Max’s ability to counter and defend was equally terrifying, as his fifth-level concepts granted him the power to reject godhood itself. Their duel no longer looked like a fight between two individuals, but rather a collision between the world’s will and the defiance of a lone mortal who refused to bow.

The battle maintained a savage rhythm for several minutes, with neither combatant gaining the upper hand. Max kept Mark occupied by constantly alternating between offense and defense, forcing him to react and preventing him from building any momentum.

At times, Max surged forward with relentless sword paths that carved through the air, while at other times he stood firm, shattering Mark’s divine assaults with surgical precision.

The sealed world was in a constant state of upheaval as shockwaves rolled across the terrain. Even with Max’s spatial laws attempting to stabilize the environment, jagged fractures appeared in reality that failed to mend.

To any onlooker, Mark appeared to be winning, his divine power overflowing without limit. However, Max never faltered or retreated; his movements remained deliberate and calm, as if he were biding his time rather than fighting for his life.

Suddenly, Max’s gaze sharpened, and Lucien sensed an immediate shift in the atmosphere. The chaotic clashing stopped as Max vanished, reappearing instantly in front of Mark. He was so close that the divine pressure from the crown felt like a mountain. There was no grand display of power, no elemental combination, and no buildup.

Raising his sword, Max released a single law—the fifth-level Concept of Severing Sword, refined to its absolute peak. His voice was steady as he whispered the name of the art. "One Sword. All Conquered." It was the exact same technique, stance, and trajectory he had utilized previously.

Mark laughed out of habit, raising his hand to intercept the blow just as he had done every time before.

That laughter was cut short instantly.

The blade passed through Mark’s hand as if it were nothing but mist, severing not the flesh, but the very authority that granted his body immortality. The strike did not stop there. The edge continued without meeting any resistance, slicing through his arm, his torso, and his divine core in a single fluid motion. There was no clash, no explosion, and no shockwave.

This was the most powerful strike Max had ever unleashed.

Mark’s body simply split into two distinct halves, drifting apart in the air while the space between the pieces screamed under the intensity of the event. For the first time since reclaiming his peak power, Mark’s face was frozen in pure shock, his eyes wide as he looked at his own severed form.

However, he did not perish.

As expected of a crownbearer who possessed immortality, a violent surge of divine energy erupted from the crown, pulling the two halves of his body back together through sheer authority.