Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1395 Thousand Star Severing Sword!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
Upon witnessing Revona unleash her complete power at last, Max realized that hesitation had no place left in this fight. In silence, he extended his hand to unsheathe his sword, selecting the familiar blade from his past rather than the Dragonheart Sword.
He knew full well that if the other sword emerged, the two clan heads would rush in without delay, yet he aimed to resolve this duel entirely by his own hand. The very second the sword cleared its scabbard, his aura transformed, turning fiercer and more chilling, as if the atmosphere itself had picked up on the shift.
Max started channeling his high saint tier cultivation art, the Primordial Elements Scripture, driving it unrestrained to the sixth layer. A mighty rush of mana erupted from within him, sweeping over the arena like a hidden wave.
Even while remaining at the Divine Rank and limited to mana instead of Divine Essence, the thickness and clarity of his released energy surpassed what typical Divine Rank experts could muster. The earth under his boots quivered faintly as his aura settled, firm and immovable.
"Let us end this fight with a single strike," Revona declared, her tone steady while she was enveloped in black flames, her figure emitting a dreadful force that weighed upon the whole arena.
"I'm in for it," Max responded with a grin showing no rashness or pride, just pure confidence.
"Excellent," Revona replied, mirroring the smile as the black flames encircling her twisted and reformed. The shadowy blaze gathered and molded with fearsome grace, crafting a gigantic black fiery phoenix with Revona positioned at its heart.
As soon as the shift finished, the phoenix charged ahead, ripping through the sky en route to Max, trailing scorching black fire that burned the very fabric of space.
The moment Max sensed the onslaught's weight, his face grew grave. He perceived it plainly. A mere graze from that black flaming phoenix would spell his loss without question. The peril it held was total, exceeding all her prior displays. At that point, Max chose his path.
He drew in a profound breath, and with his exhale, he released it all. The fight's risks, the gazes upon him, the outcomes of win or loss—they all dissolved as if they had never been.
Every feeling ebbed away from him entirely, yielding a flawless calm. Dread evaporated. Thrill evaporated. Even the urge to fight back or endure vanished. What lingered was a blank sharpness, a condition he slipped into effortlessly like a natural breath, turning his thoughts and form into mere tools for the act.
Max advanced a step and took up his sword position, his hold firm and exact. He triggered the high saint tier sword art, the Void Severing Sword Scripture, and within that blank state, he called forth its third technique.
"Thousands Star Severing."
Right then, Max slashed with his sword.
No dazzling light appeared, nor any thunderous boom. The cut advanced quietly, but it held a profound edge that sliced through levels of existence. Innumerable star-resembling shards of void intent exploded from the edge, uniting into one unyielding path of ruin.
The approaching black flaming phoenix got sliced through its middle, divided neatly in two and scattering into dying sparks before it could touch him.
The void-laced sword cut didn't halt. It pressed on with full force, hitting Revona squarely. The collision struck fast and crushing. Her form was hurled back, crashing hard into the arena's barrier once more, the blow shattering the wall and hurling debris everywhere.
As the sounds died down, Max remained in place, blade lowered, his face still stripped of feeling. For that short instant, he ceased being a fighter in the fray, becoming instead a merciless cutter who had divided all before him without pause or pity.
The Void Severing Star Scripture held just three techniques overall, each deadlier than the one before. The initial one was Star Severing Sword, a method designed to slice through strength and will using exact void control.
The next was Hundred Star Severing Sword, in which the void intent grew and stacked repeatedly, able to overpower even mighty foes.
The ultimate technique was Thousand Star Severing Sword, embodying the scripture's height, where vast threads of void intent fused into one supreme cut that ignored shields, range, or shape.
What Max had just released was exactly this last technique, the pinnacle of the Void Severing Star Scripture.
With Revona's form smashing against the arena's wall and tumbling into the wreckage beneath, a thick quiet fell over the entire space. Nobody uttered a word. Nobody stirred. The onlookers still sensed the remnants of that sword blow, like the void had grazed them in passing.
Everyone there knew the duel hadn't concluded from weariness or drawn-out combat. It had wrapped up because one sword strike had sealed the fate. Max's sword blow proved utterly dominant, well past anyone's expectations.
"Max emerges victorious in this battle," Lady Virelia proclaimed shortly after, her words even and authoritative as they rang out in the hushed arena.
"Revona!" Clan Head Raven cried out in worry as she dashed to the spot where Revona had landed. She reached it swiftly and dropped to her knees nearby, discovering Revona out cold among broken rocks and strewn fragments.
Without pause, she summoned the mending force of her Dark Phoenix Bloodline, gentle black flames blended with healing power streaming into Revona's frame as she steadied her state.
Lifting her head abruptly, Clan Head Raven fixed a furious stare on Max, rage burning in her eyes. "You monster! Couldn't you have held back a little?" she bellowed, her voice shaking with wrath and care.
Max, caught in his blank state still, met her look with icy, vacant eyes and answered flatly. "I did hold back. If not, you'd be picking up her pieces in two."
The statement hit with more force than any yell. Clan Head Raven stiffened, disbelief flooding her features as she peered into Max's stare. No boastfulness lay there, no spite, no triumph. Nothing at all.
In that instant, an odd cold gripped her, for the Max now facing her bore no resemblance to the keen, composed young man who had bargained terms and talked evenly mere moments ago. This Max seemed a wholly separate being, aloof and chillingly without mercy.