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

Capítulo 1314: Final Battle – 1

Mark did not hesitate for even a heartbeat. The golden heart moved first, dissolving into streams of radiant light as it surged forward and merged into his chest. The moment it integrated, the second fragment of his soul returned to its rightful place, and Mark released a deep breath that sounded almost like relief.

Immediately after, the crown stained by the True Origin Devil Blood floated upward on its own. It hovered briefly before him, pulsing with dark red light, then descended and settled atop his head as if it had never left.

In that instant, the sky of Acaris split open with a violent tremor. A massive beam of dark red light tore straight through the heavens, piercing the clouds and reaching far beyond sight. The pressure that followed was suffocating.

With his soul fully restored and the crown reclaimed, Mark’s presence surged explosively. His aura expanded without restraint, carrying both divine authority and overwhelming malice, eclipsing anything he had displayed before. He was not merely restored. He had surpassed his former peak.

“Hahahaha!” Mark laughed, his voice echoing across the empty world like rolling thunder. “At last. I am whole again. I am finally at my full strength.” The familiar sensation of boundless divine power flooding every corner of his body made him feel reborn. Every wound, every fracture, every lingering imperfection vanished as if they had never existed.

“Now go ahead and take care of the red cloud calamity,” Max said loudly, his voice cutting through the oppressive atmosphere.

Mark turned slowly to face him, his gaze sharp and filled with contempt, as though he were looking at someone who had lost all reason. “I do not know whether I should praise your foolishness or admire your bravery,” he said coldly. “To return my remaining soul fragments and my crown so willingly. Max, this may be the greatest mistake you have ever made in your life.”

Max met his gaze and smiled faintly. “Strange. I feel like this is one of the few truly good decisions I have made.”

“You seem oddly confident,” Mark sneered. “Do you actually believe you can kill me, or even defeat me?”

“You were almost killed once,” Max replied calmly. “You were defeated too. You are not invincible. You are merely difficult to kill. If that were not the case, your false divinity would have ended ten thousand years ago.”

Mark’s expression hardened instantly, his eyes turning glacial. “Are you eager to die?” he asked. “I regretted failing to kill you before. Today, that regret will be corrected.”

“I would love to fight,” Max said, his smile widening slightly, “but first.”

He snapped his fingers.

Nothing visible happened. There was no explosion, no surge of light, no dramatic shift that the eye could catch. Yet those who truly understood power felt it immediately. A vast layer of defensive spatial laws spread silently across the entire world, sealing Acaris within an invisible cage.

Max had done this for a single reason. He knew that neither Lucien nor him could not unleash their full strength while the spatial laws of this world remained broken. The moment such power was released under normal circumstances, the fragile structure of space would collapse, birthing a black hole that would consume everything without discrimination.

What Max had done did not heal the world’s damaged spatial laws. Instead, he temporarily replaced them with his own.

Using the fifth level concept of space, Max imposed his personal spatial authority over the entire planet.

For the duration of this battle, the laws of space would answer to him alone.

“Now, come,” Max said calmly as he raised his hand and beckoned Mark forward with a single finger.

The moment those words left his mouth, Mark vanished. Space seemed to collapse inward for an instant before his figure reappeared directly in front of Max, his arm already in motion. A fist carrying overwhelming divine authority tore through the air, its speed and power transcending sound and light alike.

Any peak Divine Rank expert caught by such an attack would have been erased instantly, their body and soul shattered before they could even register what had happened.

Yet Max saw it.

With the ultimate perception granted by the Three Dimensional Body, the world slowed dramatically in his eyes. The trajectory of Mark’s fist unfolded clearly before him, every minute fluctuation of force laid bare. His body, long ago tempered to an extreme degree by the Giant Dwarves, reacted instinctively.

Max clenched his own fist, gathering the raw power of his entire physique without relying on techniques or concepts, and drove it forward to meet the incoming blow head on.

BANG!

The collision shook the heavens. A titanic shockwave exploded outward from the point where their fists met, rippling across the sky like a collapsing star. Space distorted violently, and the air screamed under the pressure.

Several of the weaker Ascendants standing behind Mark were blasted away as if struck by an invisible hammer, their bodies spinning uncontrollably as they coughed up black blood, their internal organs suffering heavy damage despite not being directly targeted.

Neither Max nor Mark retreated.

Mark’s eyes flashed with savage excitement as he twisted his waist and delivered another punch, faster and heavier than the first. Max stepped in instead of back, meeting the strike with his shoulder before countering with a brutal hook aimed at Mark’s ribs.

Their fists and bodies clashed again and again in rapid succession, each exchange detonating the surrounding space with violent force. Every single attack carried enough power to instantly kill a peak Divine Rank expert, yet both of them endured without flinching.

Another punch. Another impact. Another thunderous explosion.

The sky above Acaris trembled continuously as shockwaves overlapped and collided, tearing clouds apart and warping the very atmosphere. The ground far below cracked and split despite being reinforced by Max’s spatial laws, massive fissures forming as if the planet itself were struggling to withstand their battle.

To any observer, it was no longer a fight between two beings, but a collision of disasters given form.

“Hahaha, this is the feeling!” Mark laughed wildly as he traded blows with Max, his divine power surging with every movement.

Max remained silent, his expression focused and cold, his body flowing seamlessly from defense to offense as he matched Mark strike for strike. This was not a battle of techniques or strategies yet. It was a brutal exchange of pure strength, speed, and killing intent, a test to determine whose foundation would break first under absolute force.

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