Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1315 Final Battle - 2

After a series of violent exchanges, the very cadence of the fight shifted. The heavens above Acaris had long since surrendered their tranquility, with clouds shredded and scattered as if caught in a perpetual gale.

The ground beneath them trembled without pause; mountains split, seas boiled, and entire continents groaned under the weight of the two powers repeatedly clashing. Every time Max and Mark collided, shockwaves rippled through the world—not as mere impacts, but as a relentless disaster that made the planet itself seem brittle.

Finally, Mark’s composure broke.

A savage snarl twisted his features as he pulled his fists back, with crimson light erupting violently around his arms. Pure infernal energy surged from his frame, thick and suffocating, coating his knuckles in layers of ruinous power born from tainted divine authority.

The atmosphere around his limb warped instantly, the vacuum screaming under the strain as Mark lunged forward, driving his fist toward Max with lethal intent. This was no longer a simple bout. It was a strike designed to annihilate everything in its trajectory.

Max did not flinch.

Instead, a faint smile played on his lips, as if he had anticipated this exact moment. Clenching his own fist, he allowed a tiny spark of power from the Vein of Origin—the First Divine Vein of the Seven Divine Veins—to circulate through his body.

The transition was subtle, nearly invisible, yet the world's laws reacted at once. A deep and primordial force stirred within Max’s fist, a power that felt fundamentally distinct from either infernal or divine energy. It was the essence of pure origin, the raw fabric of existence condensed into a single point.

Their fists collided.

The resulting impact was more than cataclysmic.

A thunderous explosion ripped through the world, drowning out every previous clash. The sky fractured into shards of twisted light, and space buckled violently despite Max’s spatial laws laboring to maintain its integrity.

The earth below caved inward, creating colossal craters that stretched for hundreds of kilometers, while distant lands shuddered as if struck by a planetary tremor. Oceans rose in a frenzy, sending tsunamis toward far-off shores even though no direct blow had touched the water.

For a fleeting second, it felt as though the world of Acaris had been struck by a celestial hammer.

Ascendants observing from the horizon were tossed through the air like autumn leaves in a gale; many lost consciousness instantly as blood sprayed from their mouths and ears. Even those at the peak of Divine Rank were forced into a desperate retreat, their bodies aching under the lingering pressure of that solitary exchange.

At the heart of the storm, Max and Mark remained frozen, fists locked together as their energies warred violently between them.

For the first time, Mark’s eyes widened. The infernal energy shielding his arm began to flicker, cracks spreading through it as if it were being dissolved by something far more primal.

Max stood his ground, his stance relaxed yet immovable, the power of the Vein of Origin coursing steadily through his veins.

"This," Max declared calmly, his voice piercing through the bedlam, "is the gap between borrowed corruption and the true origin."

The world continued to shudder around them, the echoes of that single hit vibrating like the aftershock of a collapsing star. It was now painfully obvious that this duel was no longer just between two warriors. It was a conflict that endangered the very survival of the world.

"Borrowed power?" Mark sneered, his lip curling in contempt as he glared at Max. In the following heartbeat, Max felt the space around him constrict. Invisible shackles slammed shut as layers of spatial laws folded inward, pinning him in place with ruthless accuracy.

Mark had exerted his own command over space, trapping Max in a fixed point where even the slightest movement felt impossible.

"Let us see how you escape this," Mark chuckled, walking forward while every step he took warped the very air beneath his boots.

Before he could reach Max, the heavens above Mark suddenly grew dark. The sky turned a deep pitch black, as if the night itself had plummeted toward the earth.

From that void, countless massive weapons materialized and began to rain down. Swords, spears, halberds, and giant blades descended like a heavenly execution, each one the size of an asteroid and wreathed in suffocating heat.

These armaments were forged from the fifth level concept of flames, their immense mass and density warping gravity as they fell with apocalyptic momentum.

This was Max’s flame inheritance: The Black Sun.

High above the field of battle, a massive crown of black flames took shape, its edges dripping with a searing fire that consumed light itself. Simultaneously, a smaller, more concentrated crown of black flames appeared over Max’s head, silent and perfectly controlled.

As the giant weapons slammed into Mark, the world convulsed. Continents shook, oceans thundered, and the sky cracked under waves of blistering pressure. Each strike detonated like a falling star, forcing Mark to stop his advance as he was buried under a relentless deluge of destruction.

The unyielding bombardment bought Max just enough time.

Inside the spatial cage, Max’s eyes shone with a cold light. He focused his intent, channeling his will through the fifth level concept of space. His own spatial laws flared outward, crashing against Mark’s restraints. The lock shattered under the strain, space screaming as Max broke free, the invisible bonds dissolving into nothingness.

"Take this!" Max roared as he lunged forward.

Flames burst around his arm as he triggered another inheritance: The Flame Tyrant. A massive flaming fist took shape, towering and arrogant, emitting heat so fierce that the surrounding air ignited. The fist grew as it soared, carrying the fury of a tyrant who commanded fire itself, and smashed toward Mark with world-crushing strength.

"Pathetic," Mark laughed, bracing his feet to meet the strike head-on.

Bang!

The flaming fist detonated upon impact, scattering fire across the sky in a disastrous blast that sent tremors across the entire planet. Distant mountain ranges crumbled, turned to dust by the sheer residual force. The sea below was momentarily split in two, exposing the ocean floor before the waters crashed back together in massive tsunamis.

But inside the smoke of the explosion, something was off.

As the flames faded, they revealed Max standing serenely in the air, his stance already changed. The flaming fist had never been intended to hit. It was a distraction.

In Max’s grip, a sword shone with terrifying sharpness.

"One Sword. All Conquered."

The words echoed like a final verdict.

Max triggered the ultimate technique of the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art. The blade fell, embodying absolute severance as it sliced through space itself. There was no thunderous roar or blinding light—only a single, lethal strike that cleaved through everything in its path.

Bang!

The blade struck Mark directly.

The collision was beyond devastating. The sky imploded, space tearing into jagged rifts as Mark was thrown back like a falling star. His body streaked across the firmament before slamming into the earth with unstoppable force. The planet buckled as he hit, a crater forming that stretched for hundreds of kilometers, while the shockwave circled the world and shook every remaining structure to its foundation.

Dust, embers, and broken earth choked the horizon.

At the center of the ruin, Max hovered in silence, his sword lowered and his eyes locked on the smoking impact site. Every strike so far had been capable of shattering a world, yet this battle was only just beginning.