Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1502 Vein of Vitality

As the seven-colored lightning of divine retribution engulfed Max, the atmosphere surrounding him began to crackle with chaotic power. Brilliant ribbons of crimson, violet, gold, and blue pulsed across his skin like sentient circuits, signaling that the Storm King's inheritance had finally fully awakened within his soul.

"What happens if I manage to defeat you?" Max inquired, his voice calm as he fixed his gaze upon the young primordial.

A faint smile touched the young primordial's lips, as if the query had genuinely amused him.

"Under normal circumstances, I would have yielded immediately to allow your passage to the final floor," he remarked with an air of nonchalance. "However, since you insist on a trial of strength, we shall oblige."

Maintaining his tranquil expression, he added, "As for your hypothetical scenario, you shall find the answer once you have successfully bested me."

Max offered a subtle nod in acknowledgment.

The moment the primordial finished speaking, Max's pupils narrowed with intense concentration.

"Extreme Speed," he murmured low under his breath.

The Storm King's inheritance reacted instantly.

A tempestuous burst of lightning flared around Max, the seven-colored currents intensifying manifold. His outline became a flicker of light as the electricity wrapped around his limbs, compressing the air and forcing his physical movements toward a state of constant acceleration. This ability derived from the Storm King's inheritance provided a sheer velocity that transcended the limits of his mortal frame.

Yet, Max did not pause there.

Without a second's delay, he unleashed another command.

"Heaven's Wraith."

The secondary technique of the Storm King’s inheritance roared to life.

The lightning clinging to Max surged violently, as if it had been provoked into a state of blind fury. These prismatic arcs twisted around his frame like an apocalyptic storm, injecting an overwhelming, raw power into his muscles.

Extreme Speed provided godlike agility. Heaven's Wraith granted him unparalleled ferocity.

Typically, these skills were utilized independently due to the catastrophic strain they inflicted upon the body. Yet, Max deliberately forced them to overlap, merging their potency. His robust physique, reinforced by the foundational seven-colored lightning of his inheritance, was just enough to endure the brutal synchronization of these two forces.

Instantly, the atmosphere distorted around him.

The air groaned under the weight of his combined abilities. Beneath his feet, the arena floor shattered into dust as his muscles bulged with explosive force, his body launching forward with a terrifying momentum.

Speed and strength became one.

Max’s physical form simply blinked out of existence.

This was no standard traversal; he had become a literal streak of multicolored lightning, tearing through the space with such velocity that the very fabric of reality rippled in his wake.

The young primordial's eyes narrowed, betraying his first flicker of genuine surprise since their duel commenced.

Max manifested instantly before him.

Electricity surged wildly across his arm as he thrust his fist forward, the blow amplified by the immense strength of Heaven's Wraith and the kinetic energy of Extreme Speed.

The culmination was catastrophic.

His strike landed like a descending bolt of divine punishment, infused with devastating potential.

BOOM!

The impact tore through the atmosphere with such ferocity that the surrounding space buckled as Max's knuckles drove toward the young primordial.

"Hehe, how intriguing." The primordial smiled, his body emitting a pulse of energy that felt hauntingly familiar to Max, though significantly more potent. As this energy radiated outward, the entire arena began to shudder.

The young primordial clenched his own fist and met Max’s lightning-infused strike head-on.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion erupted between them, yet the clash ended in a one-sided blowout.

Bang!

A body was sent hurtling back, skidding across the trial grounds at breakneck speed.

It was Max.

A look of profound shock was etched across his features.

The memory of the recoil played out in his mind like a high-speed vision. Max had anticipated a monumental collision of force, but the energy projected from the primordial's body had been leagues beyond his projections.

The instant they connected, a terrifying wave of power surged outward from the young primordial's being.

It was not mere physical strength.

It was a vast, deep reservoir of energy that blossomed the moment their fists touched. The power crashed into him like a tidal wave, tossing Max aside as though his weight were negligible.

Before Max could even recover his equilibrium, he was sent flying through the air, the lingering sensation of that force vibrating painfully within his chest.

Without his hardened physique and the fact that he had unlocked his first divine vein, Max knew the outcome would have been fatal. A standard cultivator of his rank would have had their internal structures decimated by the recoil.

At best, they would have been crippled. At worst, they would have been reduced to gore upon impact.

Max drove the point of his sword into the ground, grinding the metal against the floor to anchor his sliding body. He carved a deep trench into the earth before he finally ground to a halt.

He raised his chin, locking eyes with the distant primordial.

Yet, the shock gripping Max's heart stemmed from more than just the sheer magnitude of the impact.

It was fear of recognition.

The nature of that energy felt eerily familiar, a power he secretly possessed himself.

Stabilizing his breath, Max stared at the young primordial and asked, "Is that the manifestation of the Seven Divine Veins?"

The young primordial nodded with composure.

"Indeed," he said, maintaining his relaxed posture. "That was the power associated with the second of the Seven Divine Veins."

He gestured with his hand, faint traces of energy shimmering beneath his skin.

"This is known as the Vein of Vitality. It drastically elevates the body’s life force. Once awakened, the regenerative properties of the flesh become supernatural. Even if one stands at the threshold of death, the circulation of the Vein of Vitality allows for nearly instantaneous recovery."

He peered directly into Max’s eyes.

"Consequently, even wounds that should be fatal lose their meaning. With this vein active, surviving near-death encounters becomes a trivial task."