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title: "Chapter 993: Thrashing Moro"
slug: "ch-999"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 999
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wordCount: 1246
createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Max tilted his head slightly, his faint smile deepening. "I heard demons pride themselves on physical combat?" His voice was steady, mocking.

Before Moro could react, Max’s left fist drove forward. It sank straight into Moro’s gut with explosive force.

Bang!

The impact rang out like thunder. Moro’s body folded, his lionlike chest heaving as blood sprayed from his mouth. His figure was blasted backward, spinning through the air like a broken doll, the arrogance from moments ago shattered in an instant.

’How?!’ Moro’s thoughts screamed as the world spun around him. ’How can a human... overpower me?!’

But before his body could even finish crashing through the air—

Shhhk!

Max’s figure flickered. In the blink of an eye, he teleported directly in front of Moro. No words, no hesitation. His fist slammed down again, this time angled sharply, driving into Moro’s gut once more.

Boom!

The force hurled the demon downward, his body smashing into the ground with bone-cracking violence, dust and stone erupting in a crater around him.

Yet Max didn’t relent. His figure flickered again. One instant he was above the wreckage, the next he was in the pit itself. His hand shot out, gripping Moro by the throat, and with effortless strength he hauled the demon into the air like a child lifting a ragdoll.

Max’s gaze locked into Moro’s eyes, his voice low but sharp like a blade. "What did you say just now? Humans are like ants?" He squeezed, tightening his grip until Moro’s black aura sputtered. "Then tell me... why is a demon being beaten into the dirt by this ant?"

His faint smile turned into a cold sneer. "What now? Are demons weaker than ants?"

"You... you dare mock me!" Moro roared, his body trembling as his 3rd level Concept of Darkness surged. Shadows writhed and twisted, lashing out like hungry serpents, seeking to devour Max whole. The void of darkness coiled around him—

But then, Max’s body flared.

Fwooom!

Black flames erupted across his scales, a terrifying blaze that seemed to consume reality itself. The flames roared to life and, instead of being swallowed, they devoured the darkness, eating it away until Moro’s concept dissolved like mist before fire.

Max’s sneer deepened. "Demons? More like trash."

With a flick of his arm, he tossed Moro skyward. In the same motion, he teleported above him, his fist already cocked back.

Boom!

The punch connected square into Moro’s chest, sending him spiraling through the air once more.

This time, though, Moro managed to twist mid-flight, stopping himself just before crashing into the far mountainside. His breath was ragged, golden demonic blood dripping from his mouth, his claws trembling as he stabilized. His crimson eyes burned with humiliation and rage as his guttural growl tore out:

"You dare humiliate me? You dare humiliate the demons?"

Max’s faint smile returned, crueler than ever. His voice was sharp, each word cutting deeper than any blade. "Humiliate? No. I’m simply stating the truth. You’re a piece of trash... and if this is your so-called demonic pride, then I doubt the rest of your race is any better."

His eyes narrowed, scales shimmering like blackened gold under the light. "Though I’ll admit..." He paused, almost amused. "...you can take a beating. If you were human, you’d already be nothing but blood and bones. I suppose demons have one good quality after all."

Moro’s face twisted, veins bulging across his temples as his humiliation boiled into pure fury. Darkness surged out of him like a tidal wave, so thick and suffocating the very air trembled.

That black aura condensed, solidified, until ten figures stepped forth from the shadows—each one identical to Moro, from the curved horns sprouting from his skull to the crimson gleam in their eyes. Yet their bodies were entirely pitch black, outlines shimmering with the power of darkness.

Max glanced at them, his faint smile never faltering. "You made some more punching bags for me?" His tone was calm, mocking, the words cutting sharper than any blade.

"Kill him!" Moro roared, his voice echoing through all ten clones as they lunged forward in unison.

The air quaked.

Each shadow Moro wielded a weapon forged from pure darkness—some carried greatswords, others spears, axes, curved scimitars, and two with claws sharp enough to tear stone apart.

One figure abandoned weapons altogether, charging with its bare fists, black flames flickering unnaturally across its knuckles. They moved fast, coordinated, converging on Max like wolves closing in on their prey.

Max didn’t move. His faint smile deepened as the first blade came down.

Clang!

The colossal greatsword of darkness shattered instantly as Max’s scaled fist shot up, meeting it head-on. The clone exploded into wisps of shadow, gone before it could even register defeat.

A second clone leapt from behind, spear thrust forward. Max twisted his wrist, summoning his Black Flames. They surged out like a storm, devouring the spear, the clone, and even the ground beneath. A crater smoldered in its place.

"Two down," Max said casually.

The next three came together, one swinging an axe in a wide arc, another slashing with twin scimitars, and the last aiming its claws for Max’s throat. Max’s figure flickered—teleportation.

Shhhk!

He appeared behind them, Blue Dragon Sword in his grip. His aura surged, sword trembling as the 3rd level Severing Sword Concept erupted. It was sharp enough to cut apart essence itself.

"Sever."

Slash!

One smooth stroke and all three clones split apart, their bodies disintegrating like mist. Darkness shattered and scattered across the battlefield, their weapons breaking into fragments of shadow.

"Five."

Another two lunged at him from both sides, aiming to crush him between a hammer of darkness and a claw that tore through the void itself. Max didn’t dodge. He raised his right arm, muscles glowing with the power of 800 Draconic Essences, his Dragon Scales shimmering brighter.

Boom!

His punch broke the hammer clean in half and blasted the clone into the horizon, while his left arm swung like a whip, backhanding the claw-user into the ground so hard the earth caved into a small canyon. Both clones dissolved instantly.

"Seven."

The last three moved in desperation. One hurled dozens of spears of darkness like raining arrows. Another transformed its body into pure shadow, wrapping around Max like a suffocating prison. The final one roared and leapt at Max bare-handed, aiming to rip his head off.

Max’s eyes gleamed coldly. His Black Flames surged again, exploding outward in a roaring inferno. The rain of spears dissolved, burned away into nothing. The shadow prison was consumed in seconds, the flames devouring every tendril. And as for the last clone—Max’s sword flashed again, the Severing Concept cutting it clean down the middle before it could even touch him.

"Ten."

Max exhaled lightly, lowering his sword. Around him, the battlefield was torn apart—craters, burning scars, fissures cut deep into the ground.

Max dusted his hands off, his faint smile mocking again. "That’s it? For a so-called demon genius, your tricks are pretty weak. Next time, try making twenty punching bags instead of ten. Maybe then I’ll actually break a sweat."

Moro trembled, his crimson eyes wide with shock and rage. His chest heaved as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth—the destruction of his clones rebounded on him, wounding him further. His aura flared wildly, unstable, his pride shattered.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"You... you... HUMAN!" Moro’s voice cracked with fury, echoing across the city. "I will tear you apart!"