Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1318 Final Battle - 5

Max no longer exercised restraint. The moment his will hardened, he launched an all-out assault that caused the world to tremble in terror. Leading with his blade, he channeled the absolute power of the fifth level Concept of Severing Sword; every strike rent the heavens apart, leaving behind wailing fissures that struggled to mend.

The slashes Mark managed to evade did not simply dissipate. Instead, they traveled onward, splitting continents in two and carving the oceans into steaming chasms, treating the planet as if it were made of thin paper.

Simultaneously, the Black Sun inheritance surged to its full potential. Titanic armaments forged from obsidian fire plummeted from the sky like dying stars. Greatswords, spears, and gargantuan halberds composed of oppressive flames rained down upon Mark with apocalyptic strength, each infused with the fifth level Concept of Flames.

From Max’s form, ice erupted as well. This was no mere frost, but an absolute zero birthed from the fifth level Concept of Ice. Colossal crystalline shards pierced through the fabric of space, aiming to impale Mark and freeze his divine authority at its very core.

Crimson lightning crackled violently around Max, every bolt carrying the weight of the fifth level Concept of Lightning. It struck repeatedly with such transcendent speed that the atmosphere couldn't even react, while the fifth level Concept of Space warped the battlefield, twisting distance and direction to ensure no path of retreat remained.

Every power was unleashed without limit. Even the concepts Max had yet to fully refine roared at their zenith simply by virtue of reaching the fifth level, where the sheer quality of authority outweighed the breadth of control.

Mark stood at the epicenter of this cataclysm, parrying certain strikes with cold precision and dodging others with unsettling fluidity. However, even he could not disregard the scale of the destruction. Each time he evaded, a different region of the world suffered the consequences; each time he blocked, the force sent ripples of shockwaves across the globe and into the void beyond.

Occasionally, the impact was so great that he was sent crashing backward, hurtling into the depths of the world.

Great mountain ranges crumbled into fine powder, the firmament cracked under a pressure it was never designed to hold, and the fundamental laws of reality shuddered as if being forcibly rewritten through raw violence.

This was more than just a combination of elements. It was the overwhelming manifestation of multiple fifth level concepts released at once, each exerting its most potent nature regardless of its level of refinement.

Standing amidst the devastation like a living calamity, Max’s body radiated layers of authority that would have shattered the planet if not for the spatial laws he maintained. In that instant, it was evident that this duel was about more than simple triumph. It was a collision between a being tethered to the world's causality and a mortal who had begun to forge his own path through it.

"Is this the extent of your power?" Mark laughed, ascending effortlessly from the jagged depths of a crater. Divine radiance and tainted crimson energy spiraled around him. "Then allow me to demonstrate my true strength as well." The crown upon his brow flared with violent light, and the world’s divine authority instantly answered him like a subservient thrall.

The sky distorted as reality itself peeled away, exposing vast patterns of cause and effect bound to Mark’s command. Great swathes of space collapsed inward as massive divine structures materialized around him, while oceans of pressurized energy swirled like the birth and death of entire galaxies.

With a mere motion, Mark caused mountains to flip, transforming into continental-sized spears that tore away from the earth and launched toward Max with the power to erase existence. Torrents of divine energy flooded the air, altering gravity and time in their wake, emitting shockwaves that would have vaporized peak Divine Rank experts before they could even perceive the threat.

This was no longer just borrowed power or tainted instinct; it was the total expression of a crownbearer commanding the absolute authority of his realm, bending the laws of nature into weapons designed to crush all defiance.

Max did not flinch, even as the world groaned under the weight of the pressure. His gaze sharpened, and his fifth level concepts surged in perfect harmony. His Concept of Space tightened and anchored the battlefield, preventing the planet’s total collapse under Mark’s divine fury.

His Concept of Severing Sword blazed, and every sweep of his sword sliced through more than just matter and energy—it cut through the very intent of Mark’s strikes, uncoupling cause from effect and causing world-ending spells to fail before they could fully form.

Black fire erupted into titanic shields and counter-attacks, incinerating divine constructs as they fell and reducing them to nothingness. Ice expanded with absolute sovereignty, turning floods of divine power into solid blocks before shattering them into fragments of dead law.

Lightning tore through the firmament with oppressive speed, striking Mark’s techniques incessantly and destabilizing their cores before they could merge. Every defensive maneuver Max made was simultaneously an act of annihilation. Each clash of their powers sent tremors through the entire planet, splitting continents and boiling the seas despite the spatial cage containing the brunt of the ruin.

The duo fought without intermission, as world-ending techniques collided in a relentless cycle of divine authority versus conceptual mastery. Mark summoned tempests capable of wiping out civilizations in a heartbeat, while Max countered with sword strikes that dismantled those storms and erased them from reality.

The battlefield transformed into a realm where the laws of nature were rewritten every second, and where survival was dictated by absolute mastery rather than mere strength. Neither combatant retreated, and neither slowed. With every blow, it became increasingly clear that this was no longer a fight between a fallen god and a human challenger.

It was a confrontation between two entities standing on the brink of something far greater, each strike carrying the silent promise that the world itself would perish should either of them fail.