Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1316 Final Battle - 3

Gazing down at the immense crater gouged into the earth, Max refused to believe even for a second that the previous blow had concluded the fight. Had Mark been so easy to slay, the title of immortal evil god would be nothing but a hollow joke whispered by terrified mortals.

"Hahaha."

Just as he suspected, Mark’s laughter rose from the depths of the pit, sounding distorted yet brimming with life. The shattered terrain shuddered as his aura surged upward once again. "Who would have guessed," Mark remarked with blatant amusement, "that the minor genius from the Lower Domain—the one I could once control with a mere flick of my wrist—could now stand against me as an equal."

His body ascended into the heavens, the crumbled soil falling away as he hovered directly across from Max. His eyes locked onto Max with a look bordering on respect. "Max, you are the greatest genius this world has ever seen," he announced. "Lucien isn't a genius; he was merely a child gifted by the gods from birth. You are different. You began with nothing and fought your way to this peak, step by step. That makes you a true genius."

A malevolent grin pulled at his lips. "And nothing brings me more pleasure than breaking geniuses when they are at their zenith. So come. Reveal your true power. Let me see your genuine strength."

Max let out a slow breath, his respiration remaining rhythmic despite the suffocating pressure pouring off Mark. He hoisted his blade, and in that heartbeat, all restraint vanished. The fifth level concept of severing sword was fully unleashed.

The resulting impact was both instantaneous and horrific.

The space surrounding Max began to silent fracture. Invisible lines of severance radiated outward like fissures in the fabric of reality, cutting through light, air, and space as if they were fragile silk. The world’s natural laws recoiled, struggling to remain coherent under the absolute dominance of severance. The sky twisted violently, and the earth beneath Max’s feet split apart in unnaturally smooth, precise gashes that stretched toward the horizon.

Had Max not already enforced his fifth level concept of space upon the field of battle, the fallout would have been immeasurable. Entire territories would have been cleaved, continents ripped apart, and the globe itself driven toward total collapse. Max’s spatial authority bound the area in a tight seal, forcing the ruinous reach of severance to remain contained even as reality groaned against the confinement.

Within that sealed territory, Max stood at the center like an executioner who had become the embodiment of finality. His sword vibrated softly, not with Qi, but with pure intent. Everything in his path felt divisible. Everything felt fleeting.

Mark’s laughter died away as he sensed it.

His features sharpened, and his instincts flared in warning as the severing energy brushed against his divine authority. For the first time since reclaiming his peak power, Mark felt a sensation dangerously close to a threat.

Max raised his eyes, calm and resolute, as the severing concept continued its expansion, transforming the battlefield into a domain where existence itself could be dismantled at his command.

And then, he moved...

The moment Max took a step forward, the world seemed to flinch in anticipation. His blade moved—not with haste or doubt, but with total certainty—and a single arc of severing intent swept out. It didn't roar or shine with blinding light. It simply existed, and everything it touched began to divide as if reality had surrendered to its own destruction.

Mark vanished from the trajectory at the very last millisecond, reappearing far to the side as the severing wave surged onward. The distant horizon warped as a massive section of the earth was sliced away cleanly; the cut was so sharp that the sky above it collapsed inward before being stabilized by Max’s spatial seal.

Mark looked toward the devastation with a thin smile that showed neither urgency nor fear. "A formidable strike," he said evenly, his voice steady despite the surrounding ruin. "And yet, you missed."

Max offered no reply. His sword swung again, faster this time, and then faster still. Every strike carried the absolute authority of the fifth level concept of severing sword, and every arc possessed the power to end anything within its reach.

Mark navigated between the blows with terrifying accuracy, sometimes sidestepping, sometimes phasing through space itself to let the attacks pass by the thinnest of margins. Every failed strike carved into the sealed battlefield, erasing mountains, turning seas to vapor, and leaving behind hollow scars where reality had once been.

The spatial barrier shook repeatedly under the weight, forced to mend itself constantly as Max’s power threatened to exceed even his own mastery.

Yet, despite the chaos, Mark remained unharmed.

"You are choosing to evade," Max finally spoke, his voice low and heavy with intent. "That indicates you know these strikes can damage you."

Mark chuckled softly as another severing slash passed so closely it sheared off a piece of his cloak. "Or it means I find the act of dodging more amusing," he countered. "Do not be mistaken, Max. I am capable of blocking them."

To demonstrate, Mark raised his palm as Max launched another strike, one even denser and sharper than the last. The severing power collided with Mark’s hand, and the shockwave rattled the entire sealed domain.

Space folded inward with violence, light shattered, and the ground under Mark’s feet plummeted into a vast void. For a fleeting moment, the severing intent pressed against him with lethal force, but Mark stood firm, his divine authority erupting as he held the blow back with sheer power.

With a negligent flick of his wrist, he neutralized it, the severing energy dissolving harmlessly into nothingness.

"You see," Mark said, dropping his hand. "I block because I choose to. I dodge because I choose to. This fight is not as one-sided as you might hope."

Max’s eyes narrowed, though his hold on his sword did not waver. He knew Mark was speaking the truth. Each of his strikes possessed the power to obliterate beings beyond the Divine Rank, yet Mark faced them without panic or desperation. The gap between them was measured not just in raw strength, but in control, endurance, and the price each was prepared to pay.

However, he had succeeded in deceiving Mark. And that was the necessary first step.

'Go ahead and believe that is the limit of my sword attacks,' Max thought to himself.