Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1503 Revealing Full Strength?

"The second vein of the Seven Divine Veins... the Vein of Vitality?" Max murmured, the revelation slowly sinking in.

He had not anticipated that the young primordial standing before him would have already unlocked the second of the Seven Divine Veins. Opening even the primary vein is a task of immense difficulty, demanding specialized techniques and unparalleled command over one's body and Qi. Max himself had put forth gargantuan efforts just to unlock the first, the Vein of Origin.

Nevertheless, the more he pondered it, the less surprising it felt.

The Primordial Race is renowned for possessing ancient techniques unknown to most other races in the Divine Realm. Among these are the secretive methods required for opening the Seven Divine Veins. As the primordials are naturally gifted and have harbored these techniques since the dawn of their Cultivation journey, it is hardly strange that a youngster such as this had already mastered two.

"Do you see now why I claimed this fight was unnecessary?" the young primordial asked with a calm, composed smile.

"There is simply no basis for comparison between us," he added. "I am a higher primary being, while you are merely a secondary being. The chasm between our very existences is already vast."

His gaze swept coolly over Max’s frame before he spoke again in a collected tone.

"Especially considering your Cultivation has only reached the third level of the Rebirth Realm."

Max stood in silence, listening intently.

Then, a subtle smile graced his lips as he offered a slow nod.

"While I cannot agree with the majority of your assessment," Max countered calmly, "I must concede a single point."

He tightened his grasp on his sword.

"You are, without question, the most formidable opponent I have yet encountered."

Max’s eyes narrowed, a quiet, steely resolve taking hold within them.

"However, that does not mean I intend to relinquish this battle."

The young primordial regarded him with a flicker of curiosity upon hearing those words.

Even after witnessing the power of the second divine vein and the daunting disparity between their strengths, Max remained stationary and devoid of fear.

His confidence piqued the primordial's interest.

"Show me what you have," the young primordial invited with a thin smile.

"Demonstrate whether a secondary being’s full strength can truly challenge my own."

"As you wish," Max replied solemnly, pressing his palms together.

The seven-colored lightning that had been dancing around him surged with renewed violence. Yet, instead of dissipating into chaotic discharge, the lightning began to hum, forced into a state of intense, refined compression.

A formidable concentration of power coalesced around him.

"Forbidden Lightning Needle Divine Art," Max whispered.

No sooner had he invoked the legacy technique than the lightning surged in response. Streaks of electricity condensed rapidly, crystallizing into faint, glowing structures suspended in the air. As the energy compacted, their forms sharpened from ethereal lines into distinct shapes.

A needle manifested.

It was impossibly slender, yet the power contained within it was so dense that the space surrounding it rippled in instability. As the first lightning needle took shape, the entire arena quivered. The fifth level concept of lightning overflowed from the construct.

The air warped like water disturbed by a plummeting stone.

Even the young primordial narrowed his eyes in recognition.

That solitary needle held a destructive force capable of terror. But Max did not cease.

With the lightning vibrating frantically, he compressed even more into the art.

A second needle appeared alongside the first. Then a third.

Methodically, the lightning continued to condense, forming needle-shaped weapons that floated in silence around Max’s silhouette. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

These first seven originated from the seven-colored lightning of divine punishment, each hue—crimson, violet, yellow, blue, orange, and indigo—radiating from the thin, deadly structures.

Max channeled further energy, driving beyond his limits.

Two additional needles emerged.

The eighth was forged from the red lightning he had refined during his recent Cultivation, while the ninth drew its essence from a different legacy of blue lightning.

Nine needles hovered around him.

With the final needle locked in place, the arena’s atmosphere shifted violently. The earth beneath Max groaned, the arena’s foundation struggling against the overwhelming pressure of his technique. Hairline fractures spider-webbed across the stone floor as ripples of lightning energy emanated from his stance.

The air grew heavy and pressurized. Even the space separating the two combatants distorted as the terrifying aura of the needles permeated the battlefield.

Each needle was insignificant in size, yet they held a truly horrific destructive potential. Releasing a single one would be enough to shatter the arena, and there were nine.

The very presence of these nine needles caused the battlefield to shudder uncontrollably. Violent arcs of lightning danced through the air around Max, the needles suspended like dormant weapons awaiting the command to strike. They radiated a terrifying aura.

This was not the wild, unfocused fury of standard lightning. It was the frigid, calculated lethality of a technique crafted exclusively for execution.

But Max was far from finished.

As the nine needles stood sentinel, a secondary surge of power erupted from his Dantian. Black flames erupted across his skin like a dark inferno. These flames did not dissipate into the surroundings; instead, they surged upward with monstrous intensity as Max invoked a second legacy technique—the Four Divine Beasts Manifestation."