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title: "Chapter 893: Arrival of Kyle"
slug: "ch-899"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 899
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wordCount: 1044
createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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The yellow-faced young man and long-faced young man, having barely regained their senses, froze in horror, their faces draining of color. "Falcon Snake! Thunder Frog!" they shouted desperately, their voices trembling with fear as they scrambled to summon their spiritual pets.

Responding to their masters’ panic, the falcon snake screeched as its wings flapped violently, conjuring slicing gusts, while the thunder frog’s back sparked wildly with electric arcs, both beasts charging at the dragon in an attempt to save their masters.

But the three-headed black dragon, now enraged beyond reason, exuded an aura of raw savagery that even the two powerful beasts seemed to hesitate against for a brief moment.

The power of the three-headed black dragon was overwhelming, its strength and fury far beyond what the Void Soul Tower trio had anticipated. When the falcon snake and thunder frog lunged forward to protect their masters, streams of venom sprayed wildly from the dragon’s three heads, splattering across the battlefield.

The deadly liquid struck the two spiritual pets directly, and sizzling sounds filled the air as smoke rose from their bodies. The venom corroded their scales and flesh almost instantly, leaving behind deep, smoking wounds.

Both beasts shrieked in pain, their cries echoing across the clearing, but they still struggled desperately to resist, their loyalty evident even in their agony.

However, their sacrifice was not in vain. The yellow-faced young man and long-faced young man used this brief moment to rush forward and shield Nell, pulling her between them as they quickly retreated to safety.

Their faces were pale, blood still trickling from their mouths from the earlier tail strike, but their priority was clear: protect Nell first, worry about injuries later. With practiced efficiency, they recalled their falcon snake and thunder frog into their beast pouches. The two injured spiritual pets returned with difficulty, their bodies badly damaged, their once-vigorous auras now flickering and unstable.

The two men exchanged grim looks, their hearts sinking. This battle had cost them dearly. One of their companions was seriously injured, and now their spiritual pets—vital extensions of their combat strength—were also heavily wounded.

The weight of such losses pressed down on them like a mountain. The only small comfort they found was that the three-headed black dragon had expended too much venom and poisonous gas in its rage, its reserves temporarily drained. Otherwise, their beloved spiritual pets might have dissolved on the spot, leaving nothing but scattered remains.

"Roar, roar, roar!" The three-headed black dragon’s bellows shook the ground as it coiled protectively in front of the pool. All three of its heads bled profusely, deep gashes visible where scales had been torn away, its massive body covered in wounds and soaked with its own blood.

The once-fearsome aura it emitted was now weakened and unstable, its movements sluggish and labored. The beast, though still dangerous, no longer carried the same unstoppable ferocity as before.

Seeing this, Arnold, Devon, and Rick all breathed sighs of relief, their shoulders relaxing slightly for the first time since the battle had begun. Even Max, hidden in the shadows, exhaled quietly, the tense knot in his chest loosening as he took in the sight of the injured dragon.

"Max, the three-headed black dragon has been seriously injured. Haven’t you practiced One Step Mile? You can take action now!" Blob’s voice resounded in Max’s mind, calm yet urging.

Max’s heart skipped a beat. His fingers subconsciously tightened around the hilt of his weapon, his breathing deepening. This was the perfect chance he had been waiting for. The dragon was weak, distracted, and heavily injured—if he struck now, the Pure Yang Flower and perhaps even the dragon’s body would be his.

But Blob’s voice came again, sharper and more urgent. "Not good. Someone else has come... and his strength is at the peak of the Legend Rank."

Max’s pupils contracted. ’Peak Legend Rank?’ That level of power wasn’t something he could handle casually. He would have to go all out for that. Immediately, he suppressed his aura entirely and crouched lower into the shadows, his eyes focusing on the direction of the disturbance.

"Junior Brother Arnold!" A clear, commanding voice echoed from the foot of the mountain, carrying effortlessly across the battlefield.

Arnold turned at the sound, and his expression shifted from tension to delight. "Brother Kyle?"

Sure enough, a young man in pristine white robes was approaching at a brisk pace, his steps light yet confident, his bright eyes sharp and full of vigor. His noble bearing radiated authority and power, and even before he reached them, his aura rolled outward like a tide, making the air grow heavier.

"Meet Senior Brother Kyle!" Devon and Rick immediately bowed slightly, their tones respectful and tinged with awe.

This was Kyle—the first-ranked 3-star genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, renowned for his strength and talent. Among the younger generation, he stood at the very peak, unmatched and widely admired.

Max’s face sank as he took in the sight of Kyle’s arrival. His chance had just slipped through his fingers.

Suddenly, Blob’s voice echoed in Max’s mind, carrying a weight of warning: "You should be careful of this person."

Max’s face darkened even further, his expression becoming sharp and cautious. If Blob, who rarely expressed strong opinions, had specifically warned him, then Kyle was far more dangerous than he had initially assumed.

Kyle walked forward with light, effortless steps, his every movement exuding an almost tranquil air that contrasted sharply with the heavy killing intent lingering in the battlefield. There was a calmness to him, as though even the chaos of a deadly fight could not ruffle his demeanor.

Stopping just a short distance away, he fixed his eyes on the heavily injured three-headed black dragon, his gaze sharp yet strangely serene, and then asked casually, almost like he was simply inquiring about the weather, "Why are Junior Brother Dustin and the other two not here?"

"Brother Kyle..." Devon lowered his head slightly, guilt flashing across his face, "the two junior brothers... they were eaten by the three-headed black dragon."

His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes held deep self-blame. "It was our fault for being too careless. We didn’t realize that this three-headed black dragon had reached the peak of the Legend Rank."