Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1314 Final Battle - 1

Mark did not pause for even a single heartbeat. The golden heart acted first, liquifying into streams of brilliant radiance that surged forward to merge with his chest. As it integrated, the second fragment of his soul returned to its proper place, causing Mark to exhale a deep breath that carried a sense of profound relief.

Immediately afterward, the crown marked by the True Origin Devil Blood rose into the air of its own accord. It drifted briefly before him, thrumming with a dark red light, before descending to rest upon his head as though it had never been removed.

In that very moment, the sky above Acaris fractured with a violent tremor. A colossal pillar of dark red light pierced through the heavens, tearing through the clouds and extending far beyond the reach of sight. The ensuing pressure was utterly suffocating.

With his soul fully mended and his crown reclaimed, Mark’s presence erupted with explosive force. His aura expanded without inhibition, radiating both divine authority and a staggering malice that eclipsed any power he had previously shown. He was not just restored; he had transcended his former peak.

"Hahahaha!" Mark’s laughter erupted, his voice vibrating across the desolate world like peals of rolling thunder. "At last. I am whole once more. I have finally reached my full strength." The familiar sensation of infinite divine power saturating every corner of his form made him feel reborn. Every injury, every crack, and every lingering flaw vanished as if they were never there.

"Now, go ahead and deal with the red cloud calamity," Max shouted, his voice slicing through the heavy atmosphere.

Mark turned toward him with slow deliberation, his eyes sharp and dripping with disdain, as if he were observing someone who had lost all sanity. "I am unsure whether to commend your stupidity or respect your courage," he remarked coldly. "To hand over my remaining soul fragments and my crown so freely. Max, this might be the most catastrophic error you have ever committed."

Max held his gaze and offered a faint smile. "That's strange. I feel as though this is one of the few truly wise choices I’ve made."

"You possess an odd amount of confidence," Mark sneered. "Do you truly believe you have the capacity to kill me, or even just defeat me?"

"You were on the verge of death once," Max answered evenly. "You have been beaten before. You aren't invincible; you are simply difficult to put down. If that weren't the case, your false divinity would have been extinguished ten thousand years ago."

Mark’s face hardened instantly, his gaze becoming glacial. "Are you so desperate to die?" he demanded. "I regretted my failure to kill you in the past. Today, that regret shall be rectified."

"I would be happy to fight," Max said, his grin widening slightly, "but first..."

He snapped his fingers.

No visible change occurred. There were no outbursts of light or dramatic explosions to catch the eye. However, those who truly grasped the nature of power felt the shift immediately. A massive layer of defensive spatial laws unfurled silently across the globe, locking Acaris within an invisible prison.

Max had performed this for one specific reason. He understood that neither Lucien nor himself could exert their full power while the spatial laws of this realm remained shattered. If such power were unleashed under normal conditions, the fragile fabric of space would disintegrate, creating a black hole that would devour everything in its path.

Max’s actions did not mend the world’s broken spatial laws; instead, he temporarily overrode them with his own.

Utilizing the fifth-level concept of space, Max enforced his personal spatial authority over the entire planet.

For the length of this confrontation, the laws of space would submit to him alone.

"Now, come," Max said calmly, raising his hand to beckon Mark forward with a finger.

The instant those words were spoken, Mark disappeared. Space appeared to collapse inward for a split second before his form materialized directly in front of Max, his arm already striking. A fist infused with overwhelming divine authority ripped through the air, its velocity and might surpassing both sound and light.

Any peak Divine Rank expert struck by such a blow would have been deleted instantly, their physical form and soul pulverized before they could even blink.

Yet, Max perceived it.

Thanks to the ultimate perception of the Three Dimensional Body, the world slowed to a crawl in his vision. The path of Mark’s fist was laid bare before him, every tiny ripple of force clearly visible. His body, which had been tempered to the extreme by the Giant Dwarves long ago, moved by instinct.

Max balled his own fist, channeling the raw strength of his entire physical being without the use of techniques or concepts, and drove it forward to meet the incoming strike head-on.

BANG!

The impact rattled the heavens. A monstrous shockwave burst outward from the point of contact, surging across the sky like a dying star. Space warped violently, and the air itself shrieked under the immense pressure.

Several of the weaker Ascendants positioned behind Mark were thrown back as if hit by a giant hammer. Their bodies spun wildly as they spat out black blood, their internal organs taking heavy damage despite not being the primary targets.

Neither Max nor Mark gave an inch.

Mark’s eyes gleamed with a feral excitement as he pivoted his waist, launching another punch that was even faster and heavier than the last. Instead of retreating, Max stepped forward, catching the blow with his shoulder before retaliating with a savage hook aimed at Mark’s ribs.

Their fists and bodies collided in rapid succession, each trade causing the surrounding space to detonate with fierce power. Every single strike held enough energy to kill a peak Divine Rank expert instantly, yet both warriors endured the exchange without flinching.

Another strike. Another clash. Another thunderous boom.

The sky above Acaris shook incessantly as overlapping shockwaves tore the clouds to shreds and distorted the atmosphere. The ground far below cracked and groaned despite the reinforcement of Max’s spatial laws; massive chasms formed as the planet itself struggled to endure their duel.

To any bystander, this was no longer a mere fight between two people, but a collision of living disasters.

"Hahaha, this is the feeling!" Mark laughed maniacally while trading blows with Max, his divine power surging with every motion.

Max stayed silent, his face cold and concentrated. His body flowed perfectly from defense to offense as he mirrored Mark strike for strike. This was not yet a battle of strategy or technique. It was a savage contest of raw power, speed, and murderous intent—a trial to see whose foundation would crumble first under the weight of absolute force.