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title: "Chapter 1045: A Raging Battle"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1051
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Their voices carried a tone of fear that was difficult to conceal. The thought of a human standing against Aron’s overwhelming might was unthinkable to them. Even more unthinkable was that this human was not at the Mythic Rank or Divine Rank but still at the first level of the Legend Rank.

The humans, on the other hand, were equally stunned, but their shock quickly gave way to elation. Excitement surged through their veins like wildfire as they processed what they had just seen.

"The first exchange ended in a tie," someone shouted from the human side, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Yes, and it was two against one. Max was not suppressed at all. He stood his ground against both of them."

"There is a chance. There truly is a chance that Max can kill these demons."

The mood of the humans shifted rapidly. What had begun as nervous anticipation now transformed into burning hope. For weeks, they had lived under the shadow of the demons, oppressed by the destruction of the Valora Continent and countless battles lost. Now, standing before them was a figure who refused to bend, a youth who fought with power that should not have been possible.

"I always believed in Max," a voice rang out from the crowd. "Only he can slaughter these demons. Only he can turn the tide of this war."

The cry spread through the crowd, sparking a roar of voices rising together.

"Go, Max! Slaughter them!"

"Slaughter them all!"

"Kill them! Leave none of them behind!"

The chants shook the Black Rock Region as humans screamed his name, their voices filled with desperation, hope, and rage. They no longer saw him as just a genius. To them, Max was becoming a symbol of defiance, the one who could fight against the oppression of the demons and bring light back into their war.

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The arena trembled as the three figures exploded into motion once again.

Aron charged first, his massive frame breaking through the air like a collapsing mountain. His fist glowed with the weight of demonic energy, every strike tearing cracks across the arena floor.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Max met him head-on. His body flared with red light as the full power of one thousand Draconic Essences surged through his veins. His scales glimmered faintly beneath his skin, and when his fist collided with Aron’s, the sound was like thunder splitting the heavens. Stone shattered beneath their feet, sending fragments flying outward.

Before the shockwave from their clash even faded, Bron appeared at Max’s side. His figure blurred as if space itself bent to accommodate his speed. He moved like lightning, his claws slashing toward Max’s throat with precision meant to kill.

Max’s crimson eyes flickered, and his body vanished, teleporting just as the claws sliced through the afterimage he left behind. A flash of red lightning burst across the arena as he activated the Storm King’s Inheritance of Extreme Speed. His body became a streak of red lightning, racing back toward Aron before Bron could adjust.

Aron roared, his fist swinging upward, but Max was already there. Their fists collided again, sparks spraying outward like meteors across the night sky. Each collision shook the protective barrier, runes straining to contain the chaos. The sound of their blows echoed endlessly, a drumbeat of destruction that filled every inch of the arena.

Bron appeared behind Max once more, his movements sharper and faster than before. He struck with both hands, his claws aiming for Max’s spine. Yet Max’s Three Dimensional Body revealed every movement. He twisted his torso, teleporting an instant before impact, reappearing above Aron’s shoulder. His fist descended, golden light burning as he aimed to crush Aron’s skull.

Aron caught the punch with both arms, his knees buckling under the weight but refusing to break. The ground beneath him split apart, veins of destruction spreading outward like spiderwebs.

Bron did not pause. He darted across the battlefield, his figure leaving streaks of red light in the air. He intercepted Max mid-air, claws colliding with Max’s sword of red lightning that burst into being in his hand. The clash sent arcs of blue lightning scattering in all directions, wrapping the arena in a storm of raw energy.

The battle became a blur of motion and destruction. Max teleported again and again, each time appearing in front of Aron to meet his strength with the full power of his Draconic Essences. Each punch was like a falling star, colliding with Aron’s massive fists in a symphony of power.

At the same time, he used the Storm King’s speed to keep pace with Bron, vanishing and reappearing, their clashes forming streaks of light that wove across the battlefield. Lightning, blood energy, and infernal flames collided over and over, each strike louder than the last.

The crowd outside could not look away. To them, the battle was almost incomprehensible. Fists collided, claws slashed, and lightning cracked in a constant storm. The three figures blurred, appearing and disappearing in flashes of power, each exchange threatening to tear apart the arena itself.

One exchange passed, then ten, then fifty. The sound of impact and the sight of light became endless. Neither side yielded. Aron’s strength was met blow for blow, his body forced backward but never broken.

Bron’s speed was countered step for step, his claws slicing through air but rarely finding flesh. And Max, with his body fortified by dragon essence and his mastery of teleportation and storm speed, stood unbroken between them, his fists, blades, and flames never once faltering.

After a hundred exchanges, the battlefield lay in ruins. The once smooth stone floor of the arena had become a wasteland of craters and cracks. The runes of the barrier glowed brightly as they strained under the endless barrage of force, their light flickering dangerously.

The three figures stood apart, breathing heavy but unyielding. Aron’s arms were bruised, his skin cracked from the pressure of Max’s fists. Bron’s claws dripped faintly with blood, not from Max but from the strain of his own speed tearing at his body. Max’s red hair burned like fire, his chest rising and falling, the infernal aura around him surging higher with every breath.

Neither side had gained the upper hand.

And yet none of them showed any sign of backing down.