Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1580 Powering UP!

"You are quite interesting, aren't you, kid?" Kazreth commented, a subtle smile gracing his features as he scrutinized Max anew. His tone dripped with amusement, as if he had just stumbled upon something mildly entertaining. "Few possess the fortitude to withstand that assault and still remain before me."

The curiosity in his gaze, however, vanished as swiftly as it had materialized.

"Regrettably, I haven't the leisure to entertain you further."

With his declaration made, he casually lifted a hand and propelled his palm forward.

The gesture was uncomplicated and required no apparent effort.

Yet, the unleashed power was staggering.

An unseen wave surged forth, impacting Max directly. It bore no resemblance to any conventional strike, but the sheer pressure behind it was immense, akin to an entire mountain descending all at once. Max's form was violently propelled backward as the earth beneath him fractured, carving a lengthy scar of devastation.

The very air screamed from the collision.

Max's body tumbled through the air before his reflexes kicked in.

He thrust his sword earthward, driving it into the ground with every iota of his strength. The blade bit deeply into the soil, anchoring him as he skidded across the ruptured landscape. The relentless force continued to bear down, sending jarring vibrations through his arms, yet he gritted his teeth and endured until his momentum was finally arrested.

A veil of dust billowed around him as a fleeting stillness descended.

Then, Max slowly raised his head, his eyes sharp and resolute.

"And where do you think you're heading?" he inquired, his voice remarkably steady despite the brutal impact he had just absorbed.

Kazreth pivoted to face him once more.

He observed Max silently, his golden irises narrowing almost imperceptibly.

The young man had weathered his attack and remained standing, his aura undiminished and his will unbroken.

A faint smirk reappeared on Kazreth's lips.

"You possess considerable resilience," he stated, his tone tinged with a measure of acknowledgement. "Very well. Reveal to me your true capabilities. I shall grant you a brief span of time."

There was no trace of arrogance in his utterance.

Only a tranquil certainty.

Max grasped the implication of his words.

This was far from an equitable confrontation.

Kazreth represented an existence vastly superior to anything he could currently oppose. Even with his power deliberately curtailed to the zenith of the Law Refinement Realm, the chasm between them remained immense. For an entity like Kazreth, such a limitation represented virtually nothing.

Max understood that he could not afford even a sliver of hesitation.

Should he falter, should he restrain himself in any capacity, the encounter would conclude instantaneously.

His sole recourse was to unleash his absolute all.

In the ensuing moment, his physique erupted with raw power.

Seven-hued lightning coursed through his being, flashing erratically across his skin and enshrouding his entire form. Each electrical discharge bore a distinct color, yet they coalesced in a synchronized display, manifesting a ferocious tempest that radiated both divine and destructive energies.

The inheritance of the Storm King was now fully unfurled.

The lightning intensified further as Max simultaneously invoked Heaven's Wraith and Extreme Speed. His body coiled, his musculature hardening as a potent surge of strength flooded him. His senses sharpened, his perception broadened, and the flow of Qi within him accelerated to an extraordinary degree.

His velocity increased dramatically.

His raw power escalated even more.

Yet, he did not cease his escalation.

Flames of a deep, obsidian black ignited across his form, spreading with haste until they completely enveloped him. The flames pulsed with a profound and oppressive aura, their presence both heavy and ferocious as they intermingled with the crackling lightning.

"Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art."

Within his core, the two lotus formations began to quiver intensely.

A formidable surge erupted from them, inundating his body with potent Qi. The amalgamation of lightning and Cimmerian flames intensified further, merging into a chaotic yet controlled maelstrom that encircled him completely.

The ground beneath his feet started to fracture under the immense pressure.

The surrounding atmosphere warped and distorted.

At the epicenter of this tempest stood Max, his aura ascending relentlessly as he pushed himself to his ultimate capacity. Every particle of his inherent strength was being drawn forth, refined, and magnified.

Max had not yet concluded his ascent.

"Infernal Demon Transformation."

The instant these words escaped his lips, a torrent of dark crimson energy burst forth from his inner being. It radiated outward like an unrestrained flood, integrating with the already raging tempest of lightning and ebony flames that encompassed him. The atmosphere grew palpably heavier, more oppressive, as if some ancient and perilous entity had been roused.

Two sharp, crimson horns sprouted from his brow.

Concurrently, a pair of scarlet wings unfurled majestically from his back, their appearance both awe-inspiring and dread-inducing. His hair underwent a transformation as well, shifting to a vibrant scarlet hue that flickered faintly with infernal energy.

This metamorphosis was distinct from prior instances.

There was no perceptible loss of self-control.

No chaotic corruption took hold.

Every particle of that formidable power moved in perfect concert with his will. The energy did not overwhelm him; it obeyed him flawlessly.

Kazreth’s expression underwent a subtle shift as he observed the unfolding transformation.

"This young man…" he whispered, a hint of surprise coloring his tone for the first time. He hadn't anticipated that someone merely at the third level of the Law Awakening Realm could manifest such profound and layered power.

The aura encircling Max continued its ascent.

It climbed with remarkable speed, achieving a level that rivaled those found at the absolute pinnacle of the Law Refinement Realm.

Even the Four Primarchs found themselves unable to disregard this display.

"Since when did our universe produce someone of this caliber?" the first Primarch inquired, his voice imbued with solemnity as he scrutinized Max. "His horns and wings undeniably point to a devil bloodline, yet he maintains complete command over that metamorphosis."

"Furthermore," the second Primarch interjected, his gaze becoming more intense, "his control over the seven-colored lightning and those dark flames is equally extraordinary. Each elemental force is stable, refined, and seamlessly integrated."

Despite their acknowledgments, the female Primarch slowly inclined her head.

"All of this proves inconsequential," she declared, her voice steady yet resolute. "No matter how potent he becomes, the chasm separating him from that entity remains unbridgeable."

The fourth Primarch, however, did not entirely concur with her assessment.

"This child is far from ordinary," he stated, his eyes fixed on Max with an intensified focus. "We must shatter this confinement with utmost haste. His endeavors must not be allowed to go to waste."

Upon hearing his words, the other three Primarchs adopted a grave demeanor.

Without the slightest hesitation, they commenced pouring their full might into breaching the forcefield that entrapped them. Their auras erupted with ferocity, and the very space within the barrier shuddered under the immense strain as they exerted themselves to their absolute limits.