Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1408 The Puppet!

As soon as Max caught sight of the puppet, it sprang into action too. Without any alert, delay, or bid for dialogue, the very second its stare fixed on him, its frame shimmered and disappeared from where it had been standing.

The puppet surged ahead at a horrifying velocity, outpacing every adversary Max had battled until now, covering the gap in a mere flash. Moments later, it materialized right in his face, its hand already balled tight and wrapped in a radiant golden sheen.

That punch's energy was so thick it made the nearby air quiver fiercely, squeezed by raw force as it hurtled directly at Max.

Max's gaze intensified. He refused to back away. Instead, he tightened his own hand, channeling the complete power of the Vein of Origin, and confronted the blow straight on.

Bang!

Their fists smashing together unleashed a thunderous roar that rang out across the woods. Ripples of force exploded around them, crushing the bushes and rattling the massive trees like a fierce gale had ripped through.

One form got shoved back, skidding over the woodland ground until it stopped a few meters distant.

It was the puppet.

But Max experienced no triumph. His eyes tightened as he examined the outcome. Even after getting repelled, the puppet displayed zero damage. Its limb remained whole, its energy stable, and its structure free of any marks.

This discovery caused Max's face to grow grave. His strike, boosted by the Vein of Origin and his Rebirth Realm physique, should have badly wounded most top Rebirth Realm experts. But this creation took it without a hitch.

"The defense of this puppet is extremely strong," Max murmured, his voice steady yet intent.

Before he had a chance to ponder more, the puppet charged once again. It dashed in with that same alarming swiftness, its hand clenched anew and cloaked in golden energy, the force it emitted splitting the soil under its steps as it rushed forward.

Max studied its motions intently and soon formed an assessment. "It seems this puppet is limited to close combat," he whispered, a slight grin appearing on his mouth. "In that case, I will meet it the same way."

He drew in a deep breath and uttered softly. "Vein of Origin, full release."

The very next moment, the limits inside his frame broke apart. Untamed power rushed into his blood and sinews like a huge barrier had collapsed within him.

Strength exploded out, fierce and dominant, bolstering every part of his remade form. His aura shifted entirely, the atmosphere nearby twisting from the immense bodily force he now radiated.

The second Max unleashed the Vein of Origin completely, a quiet but clear insight hit him.

'What is this feeling?' The wild power coursing through him seemed altered from earlier, keener and more compact, as if it had been remade. Against his time at the Divine Rank, the Vein of Origin's yield had obviously grown.

It wasn't a sharp jump, but a smooth upgrade, like the identical force now ran through a much tougher channel.

Even more crucial, Max sensed an unmatched degree of command. The furious power didn't risk bursting free or going berserk anymore. Each thread of it obeyed his thoughts precisely, reacting right away to his desires. His form felt firm, stable, and unyielding, akin to a sacred anvil that could hold and guide colossal might without effort.

'So the Rebirth Realm strengthens the foundation of the body itself,' Max understood. This stage didn't just add fresh strength. It honed the container that handled it.

He couldn't linger on the idea.

The puppet was right there.

It showed up straight before Max, its golden hand ripping the breeze with savage drive. Max advanced rather than pulling back, his pose solid as he countered with his fist. Their blows met, not just one time, but over and over, as they dove into a savage barrage of hand-to-hand warfare.

Hands slammed. Arms butted. Legs kicked. Each action was straightforward and ruthless.

The woods turned into a zone of force blasts. Every impact hurled waves of packed wind exploding out, breaking limbs and smashing the dirt under their soles. Max controlled the pace of the skirmish right from the start.

His hits landed harder, his rhythm keener, and his grip total. Every swing he unleashed bore crushing bodily command, shoving the puppet repeatedly.

The puppet fought back without pause. It showed no recoil, no slowdown. It answered each assault with robotic accuracy, its golden energy blazing fiercer as it took Max's hits directly. Max's hands pounded its frame, creating booming clashes, but the puppet held firm, its guards as fearsome as ever.

Max pushed even more.

He forced the puppet through the woods, delivering strike after strike, his pure might flowing without stop. At various moments, he made the puppet defend with both limbs, its feet gouging long furrows in the soil as it fought to stay put. In sheer control, Max obviously led. His blows shaped the conflict, his aura overpowering.

Still, as the fight went on, Max sensed something disturbing.

The opposition was building.

With each fist meeting, the puppet's pushback intensified bit by bit. Its golden energy thickened, its actions grew smoother. What had started as weaker blows now held force almost equal to his. The gap was tiny, but Max spotted it at once.

'It is adapting,' Max grasped, his gaze sharpening.

The puppet's power stayed dynamic no more. Through each clash, it tuned, polished, and boosted itself, mirroring the intensity Max brought. In head-on fights, its punches started to pack might perilously near his level.

Noticing the quiet but clear shift happening, Max's look grew stern. He knew right away the type of foe he faced. If this struggle stretched further, the puppet would keep tuning, honing itself, and soon hit a stage where raw power wouldn't suffice to wrap things up cleanly. He wouldn't chance that.

Max resolved to end this battle.