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title: "Chapter 1315: Final Battle - 2"
slug: "ch-1322"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1322
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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After several brutal exchanges of fists, the very rhythm of the battle began to change. The sky above Acaris had long since lost its calm, clouds torn apart and scattered as if caught in an endless storm.

The land below trembled continuously, mountains cracking, seas surging violently, and entire regions groaning under the pressure of the two forces colliding again and again. Each clash between Max and Mark sent shockwaves rippling through the world, not as isolated impacts, but as a continuous calamity that made the planet itself feel fragile.

Mark’s patience finally snapped.

A vicious snarl twisted his face as he drew his fists back, crimson light surging violently around his arms. Raw infernal energy poured out from his body, dense and oppressive, wrapping his fist in layers of destructive power born from corrupted divine authority.

The air around his arm warped instantly, space screaming under the pressure as Mark stepped forward and slammed his fist toward Max with absolute killing intent. This was no longer a simple exchange of blows. This was an attack meant to end everything in its path.

Max did not retreat.

Instead, he smiled faintly, as if he had been waiting for this moment. He clenched his own fist and allowed a tiny fraction of power from the First Divine Vein of the Seven Divine Veins, the Vein of Origin, to flow through his body.

The change was subtle, almost imperceptible, yet the laws of the world reacted instantly. A profound and ancient force awakened within Max’s fist, one that felt fundamentally different from infernal or divine energy. It was pure origin, raw existence itself condensed into a single point.

Their fists met.

The impact was beyond cataclysmic.

A deafening explosion tore through the world, far louder than any previous clash. The sky shattered into fragmentation of distorted light, space buckling violently despite Max’s spatial laws struggling to hold it together.

The ground below collapsed inward, forming massive craters that spread for hundreds of kilometers, while distant continents shook as if struck by a planetary quake. Oceans surged wildly, tsunamis forming across distant shores even though no direct force had touched them.

For a brief moment, it felt as if the entire world of Acaris had been struck by a hammer from the heavens.

Ascendants watching from afar were hurled through the air like leaves in a storm, many of them losing consciousness instantly as blood sprayed from their mouths and ears. Even those at the peak of Divine Rank were forced to retreat desperately, their bodies screaming under the residual pressure of that single exchange.

At the center of it all, Max and Mark remained locked in place, fists pressed together, energies colliding violently between them.

Mark’s eyes widened slightly for the first time. The infernal energy coating his arm trembled, cracks spreading through it as if it were being eroded by something far more fundamental.

Max stood firm, his posture relaxed yet unyielding, the power of the Vein of Origin flowing steadily through him.

"This," Max said calmly, his voice cutting through the chaos, "is the difference between borrowed corruption and true origin."

The world continued to quake around them, the echoes of that single clash lingering like the aftershock of a dying star, making it painfully clear that this battle was no longer just between two beings. It was a struggle that threatened the very existence of the world itself.

"Borrowed power?" Mark scoffed, his lips curling in disdain as he stared at Max. In the very next instant, Max felt the world around him tighten. Invisible chains snapped shut as layers of spatial laws folded inward, locking him in place with brutal precision.

Mark had invoked his own mastery over space, forcing Max into a fixed point where even movement felt forbidden.

"Let us see how you escape this," Mark laughed as he strode forward, his every step warping the air beneath his feet.

Before he could reach Max, the heavens above Mark darkened abruptly. The sky turned pitch black, as though night itself had collapsed downward.

From that darkness, countless colossal weapons manifested and began to fall. Swords, spears, halberds, and massive blades descended like a divine execution, each one as large as an asteroid and wreathed in overwhelming heat.

These weapons were forged from the fifth level concept of flames, their sheer size and density bending gravity as they plunged downward with apocalyptic force.

This was Max’s flame inheritance. The Black Sun.

High above the battlefield, a gigantic black flaming crown formed, its edges dripping with searing fire that devoured light itself. At the same time, a smaller and far more refined crown of black flames appeared above Max’s head, perfectly controlled and silent.

As the colossal weapons crashed down toward Mark, the world shook violently. Continents trembled, oceans roared, and the sky fractured with waves of scorching pressure. Each impact detonated like a falling star, forcing Mark to halt his advance as he was buried beneath an unending rain of annihilation.

The relentless barrage slowed Mark just enough.

Within the spatial prison, Max’s eyes glowed coldly. He focused, channeling his will through the fifth level concept of space. His own spatial laws surged outward, clashing directly against Mark’s spatial laws. The lock shattered under the pressure, space screaming as Max tore free, the invisible restraints collapsing into nothingness.

"Take this!" Max shouted as he surged forward.

Flames erupted around his arm as he invoked another inheritance. The Flame Tyrant. A colossal flaming fist formed, massive and domineering, its heat so intense that the air ignited around it. The fist expanded as it flew, carrying the wrath of a tyrant who ruled over fire itself, and slammed straight toward Mark with world crushing force.

"Pathetic," Mark laughed, planting his feet and meeting the attack head on.

Bang!

The flaming fist exploded on impact, fire scattering across the sky in a catastrophic blast that sent shockwaves rippling across the planet. Entire mountain ranges in the distance collapsed, reduced to rubble by the residual force alone. The sea below split momentarily, revealing the ocean floor before crashing back together in towering tsunamis.

But within the explosion, something was wrong.

The flames dispersed, revealing Max standing calmly in midair, his posture already shifted. The flaming fist had never been meant to land. It was a decoy.

In Max’s hands, a sword gleamed with terrifying clarity.

"One Sword. All Conquered."

The words fell like a sentence of judgment.

Max unleashed the final move of the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art. The blade descended, carrying absolute severance, space splitting cleanly before it. There was no roar, no excessive light. Just a single, devastating strike that cut through everything in its path.

Bang!

The sword hit Mark head on.

The impact was beyond catastrophic. The sky imploded inward, space tearing apart in jagged fractures as Mark was blasted away like a falling star. His body streaked across the heavens before crashing into the ground with unstoppable momentum. The planet convulsed as he struck, a crater forming that spanned hundreds of kilometers, the shockwave circling the globe and shaking every remaining structure to its core.

Dust, fire, and shattered land filled the horizon.

At the center of the devastation, Max hovered silently, sword lowered, his gaze fixed on the smoking impact zone. Every clash so far had been enough to destroy a world, and this battle had only just begun.