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title: "Chapter 873: A Mysterious man"
slug: "ch-879"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 879
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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’I need to get her to come to a very secret place where nobody else can see us.’ Max’s eyes flashed with cunningness as he leapt to his feet and bolted deeper into the valley, each step echoing through the chilling air.

"Max, where else can you escape to?"

Her voice followed him like a cold breeze, sweet and crisp like wind chimes, yet carrying the tone of a predator toying with its prey.

She licked her lips slowly, her eyes glowing with murderous delight, and strolled after him—not rushing, but matching his pace with ease. It was like being stalked by a cat who knew the mouse had no hope of escape.

The oppressive yin energy thickened, making every breath Max took feel cold enough to sting his lungs. The air carried a faint metallic tang of blood and death, and Nell’s laughter echoed faintly behind him, each note burrowing into his mind like nails on glass.

Max’s expression hardened, grim and cold. He was running quietly, his focus razor-sharp, but he could feel her closing in. Her speed was terrifying.

"Crackling—!"

The whip came again, its tip splitting the air with an ear-piercing shriek. Max whipped the Blue Dragon Sword around in a desperate defense.

Bang!

The clash sent a shudder through his arm, the force numbing his wrist as he was thrown backward from the impact. The whip was deceptively thin and elegant, but it packed monstrous strength. Max’s body crashed against the ground and slid several feet across jagged rocks, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with rage and frustration.

Max’s thoughts raced as his body staggered from the lingering shock of that roar.

The woman named Nell, with her fiery red lips and voluptuous figure that contrasted sharply with her cold, merciless eyes, had pursued him with unrelenting ferocity. Her whip attacks came like the strikes of a viper, fast and lethal, snapping through the air with murderous intent. Internally, however, she was shaken—her whip could shatter the bones of a peak Legend Rank experts with ease, yet Max had shrugged off every blow.

The impact tossed him around, knocking him into piles of rocks and breaking the ground beneath his feet, but not a single lash left lasting damage. The more she attacked, the more her frustration grew, and with it, the vicious intensity of her strikes.

Max’s Blue Dragon Sword flashed repeatedly as he blocked, countered, and rolled with each strike. Every clash rang out like iron against iron, sparks scattering from the edge of his sword while he was still being thrown back like a ragdoll, rolling through the jagged rocks and dust. The oppressive yin energy around them grew thicker with each exchange, clinging to his skin and filling his lungs like poison.

Standing high above him, Nell’s slender frame cast a long, shadowy silhouette as she looked down coldly. Her grip tightened on the whip, and her expression turned into that of a hunter about to finish off a wounded prey. She raised her arm high, the whip elongating unnaturally, ready to deliver a killing blow meant to tear through even Max’s enhanced body.

Max clenched his teeth. He was ready to unleash the infernal energy right here and now. ’No one’s watching. It’s underground. I can end this quickly.’ His eyes darkened, his killing intent condensed into a single thought: ’She dies here.’ His eyes were turning red when he saw something. He saw Nelll’s horrified expression.

Her arm stopped mid-swing, and her alluring face twisted into something completely different—a look of sheer horror. The cold arrogance in her eyes vanished, replaced by wide pupils trembling with primal fear. For the first time since she appeared, she did not even seem to remember she was holding a weapon.

Max instinctively paused, his enhanced senses screaming danger even before his ears caught it.

"Roar!"

The sound erupted from behind him, sharp and high-pitched, powerful enough to shatter stone and make the very air quake. It pierced through his body like a blade, and Max’s blood and mana went into disarray. His heart spasmed, his organs trembled, and before he could suppress it, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his lips, splattering the dusty rocks below.

Even Nell, standing above and seemingly invincible moments ago, staggered back, trembling violently as if some ancient predator had fixed its gaze upon her. Her whip fell slack to her side, her luscious lips parting in shock as she stared past Max, her beautiful eyes wide and trembling.

Max turned, his breathing quick and uneven. The moment his gaze shifted behind him, his pupils shrank to pinpricks.

The yin energy, already thick within Hidden Sound Valley, had surged into a terrifying vortex. It gathered like a living ocean, swirling with malevolent intent, each wave of dark mist heavier and more suffocating than the last. And at its center stood a figure—no, a presence—that dwarfed everything else.

The figure was pitch black, towering and majestic, his very stance exuding power that crushed the soul. Around him, the yin energy twisted and coiled like giant pythons, forming an overwhelming force that pushed down on Max’s chest like a mountain.

Then the figure moved.

"Buzz!"

It turned slowly, the yin mist dispersing slightly to reveal a face—young, handsome, unnervingly perfect. His eyebrows were thick and sharp, his eyes deep and luminous like twin stars, and his lips sculpted as if by divine hands. His aura was chilling yet majestic, every inch of him radiating dominance and unshakable confidence. It was the kind of presence only born leaders possessed, the kind that demanded submission simply by existing.

Max’s body stiffened, and his pupils contracted sharply as the truth sank in. I can’t sense his power range? How can this even be possible? For someone like Max, who had had Three Dimensional Body to its peak for sensing danger and reading opponents, being unable to gauge another person’s strength was nearly unthinkable.

Yet this young man, standing calmly amidst the swirling yin energy, gave off absolutely no detectable fluctuation of power—as if his strength didn’t exist at all, or was so far beyond Max’s comprehension that it couldn’t be measured.

The handsome young man’s eyes fell upon Max, and a faint smile spread across his flawless face. His voice, smooth like flowing jade and calm like a mountain stream, echoed softly through the cave.