Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1395 Thousand Star Severing Sword!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
Upon witnessing Revona unleash her complete power at last, Max realized that delay was no longer an option. Silently, he extended his hand to unsheathe his sword, selecting the weapon he'd brandished well before this clash instead of the Dragonheart Sword.
He knew full well that the instant that particular sword emerged, the two clan leaders would rush in without delay, yet he was determined to conclude this duel under his own control. The moment the blade slid free from its scabbard, his aura transformed, growing keener and more chilling, as if the very atmosphere nearby had detected the alteration.
Max started channeling his high saint tier cultivation technique, the Primordial Elements Scripture, driving it unrestrained to the sixth layer. A mighty rush of mana erupted from within him, sweeping over the arena like a hidden wave.
Even though he remained at the Divine Rank and could only manipulate mana instead of Divine Essence, the thickness and clarity of the power he emitted surpassed what typical Divine Rank experts could muster. The earth under his boots quivered faintly as his aura settled, firm and immovable.
"Let us settle this battle in one move," Revona declared, her tone steady while she stood enveloped in dark flames, her figure emitting a dreadful force that weighed heavily on the whole arena.
"I am in for it," Max responded with a grin that held no rashness or pride, just pure confidence.
"Good," Revona replied, mirroring the smile as the ebony flames encircling her twisted and evolved. The shadowy blaze gathered and reformed with eerie grace, crafting a gigantic phoenix of black fire with Revona positioned at its heart.
Once the shift finished, the phoenix charged ahead, ripping through the sky as it hurtled at Max, trailing a searing path of dark flames that burned the void around it.
The second Max detected the onslaught's force, his face grew grave. He perceived it plainly. A single brush from that dark flaming phoenix would spell his loss without question. The threat it posed was total, exceeding anything she'd displayed earlier. Right then, Max chose his path.
He drew in a profound breath, and with his exhale, he released it all. The fight's risks, the gazes upon him, the outcomes of win or loss—everything dissolved as if it had never been.
All feelings ebbed away from him utterly, yielding a flawless calm. Dread evaporated. Thrill evaporated. Even the urge to fight back or endure vanished. What lingered was a blank sharpness, a condition he slipped into as naturally as inhaling, turning his thoughts and form into mere tools for delivering judgment.
Max advanced a step and took up his sword position, his hold firm and exact. He triggered the high saint tier sword technique, the Void Severing Sword Scripture, and within that blank state, he called forth its third form.
"Thousands Star Severing."
At that very moment, Max slashed with his sword.
No dazzling light appeared, nor any thunderous blast. The cut advanced quietly, but it held a profound edge that sliced across dimensions of existence. Innumerable star-resembling shards of void intent exploded from the edge, uniting into one unbreakable streak of ruin.
The approaching dark flaming phoenix got sliced through its middle, divided neatly into twin sections that scattered into dying sparks before nearing him.
The void-laced sword cut didn't halt. It pressed on with undiminished force, hitting Revona square on. The collision struck swift and crushing. Her frame got hurled back, crashing hard into the arena's barrier once more, the blow shattering the structure and hurling debris everywhere.
As the sounds died down, Max remained in place, blade lowered, his face still stripped of feeling. For that short instant, he wasn't a fighter anymore, but a reaper who'd sliced through all obstacles without pause or pity.
The Void Severing Star Scripture held just three techniques altogether, each deadlier than the one before. The initial one was Star Severing Sword, a method designed to sever strength and will using exact void command.
The next was Hundred Star Severing Sword, in which the void intent grew and stacked repeatedly, strong enough to overpower even mighty foes.
The ultimate technique was Thousand Star Severing Sword, embodying the scripture's zenith, where endless threads of void intent fused into one total cut that ignored shields, range, or shape.
Exactly this last technique was what Max had just released, the supreme manifestation of the Void Severing Star Scripture.
As Revona's form collided with the arena's wall and tumbled into the debris pile, a thick quiet fell over the entire space. Nobody uttered a word. Nobody stirred. The onlookers still sensed the remnant force of that sword blow, like the void had grazed them directly.
Everyone there could see plainly that the duel hadn't concluded from weariness or drawn-out combat. It had wrapped up because one sword strike had sealed the fate. Max's blade assault was just too dominant, way past what anyone expected.
"The winner of this battle is Max," Lady Virelia proclaimed shortly after, her words even but laced with unshakeable authority as they rang out in the hushed arena.
"Revona!" Clan Head Raven cried out in worry as she dashed to the spot where Revona had landed. She reached it in a flash and dropped to her knees nearby, spotting Revona out cold among broken rocks and strewn fragments.
Without pause, she summoned the mending force of her Dark Phoenix Bloodline, gentle dark flames blended with healing essence streaming into Revona's form to steady her state.
Snapping her head up, Clan Head Raven fixed Max with a glare full of raging fury. "You beast! Could you not have gone easy on her?" she bellowed, her voice quivering from rage and worry.
Max, caught in his blank state still, met her eyes with icy, vacant stares and answered in a monotone. "I did go easy on her. Otherwise, you would have found her in two pieces."
The statement hit with more force than any yell. Clan Head Raven stiffened, disbelief flooding her features as she looked into Max's eyes. No boastfulness lay there, no spite, no triumph. Nothing at all.
In that instant, an odd cold gripped her, for the Max now facing her bore no resemblance to the keen, witty young man who'd bargained terms and talked smoothly just before. This Max seemed like a whole other being, aloof and chillingly merciless.