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title: "Chapter 174: A Battle to Determine the Strongest"
slug: "ch-174"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 174
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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"Alright, enough chit-chatting."

The blob of slime spoke through the glowing screen, its voice carrying an undeniable authority as it glanced at the gathered geniuses.

"It’s time for the final battle."

The moment those words were spoken, the two battle stages—Max’s and Veylin’s—began to shift.

The ground beneath them trembled, moving as if alive. With a deep rumbling sound, the two platforms slid toward each other, merging seamlessly into one gigantic battlefield—the largest the Battle Realm had ever seen.

This was it.

The final battle.

The clash that would determine the one worthy of inheriting the master’s inheritance.

The blob of slime turned its gaze toward Max and Veylin, its tone carrying a final declaration.

"The winner of this battle will inherit my master’s inheritance."

Its gaze lingered on them for a moment before adding, "You two, give it your very best."

—

Veylin stepped forward, his expression twisting into a sinister smile. "We meet again."

Max mirrored his smirk, his eyes glinting.

"True. I didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon."

His smile sharpened into a sneer as he took a step closer.

"Are you ready to be defeated?"

Veylin’s sneer deepened, his expression darkening. "Oh? You’ve gained quite the confidence after defeating a bunch of nobodies. Have you already forgotten what happened last time?"

Max let out a low chuckle, unfazed.

"Last time?" His grin widened. "You mean the time you were thrashed by my attack and then got kicked out of the East Region?"

A mocking tilt of his head. "Yeah. I think that sums it up pretty well."

Veylin’s eyes flashed, his grip tightening around his spear.

"Oh, how delusional can you be?" He sighed, shaking his head as he finally drew his weapon—a sleek, black-tipped spear crackling with blue lightning.

Max’s smirk remained, completely unfazed.

"We’ll find out soon enough who the real delusional one is."𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

He drew his black sword, the energy of 20% Fusion State coursing along its surface, causing the blade to hum with sheer power.

His pink eyes flickered toward Veylin, his lips curling into a smirk.

"If it were anyone else, I would have let them attack first."

A sharp glint flashed in his gaze.

"But since it’s you—"

His smile widened, a deadly edge to it.

"I’ll be attacking first."

—

BOOM!

Max vanished.

In an instant, he activated all three of his agility skills to their limit. His body blurred, disappearing from sight as if he had never been there at all.

A fraction of a second later—

He reappeared directly in front of Veylin, his black sword already slashing downward—

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The full power of 20% Fusion State surged through his blade, intertwining with the raw, explosive strength of 15 Draconic Essences.

The sheer force behind the attack was terrifying, the very air around his sword distorting under the immense pressure.

—

Veylin’s eyes flashed as he reacted instantly.

A blue lightning dragon burst to life at the tip of his spear, crackling with an overwhelming Level 3 Lightning Aura.

With deadly precision, he thrust his spear straight toward Max’s incoming sword—

—

CLANG!

The sound of metal crashing against metal exploded through the entire Battle Realm, ringing out like the clash of two weapons.

The shockwave from their clash was so immense that it obliterated everything within a 10-meter radius.

The ground itself collapsed, the once-sturdy tiles instantly turning to dust under the sheer weight of their power.

Beneath them, the earth cracked and shattered, forming a deep pit as debris flew in every direction.

Yet, neither of them moved.

Sword and spear remained locked, their weapons pressing against each other as raw destructive energy surged around them, shaking the battlefield itself.

This wasn’t a battle of techniques.

This was a collision of raw, unfiltered power.

Veylin’s grin darkened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and regret as he held his ground against Max’s sword.

"I see you’ve grown a lot stronger since last time."

He could still remember vividly—the Dungeon Break incident.

Back then, Max had attacked him in the exact same way. The same explosive speed, the same confidence, the same overwhelming power-packed strike.

But the result had been completely different.

Back then— Max had been nothing before him. One counterattack. One decisive blow. And Max had been blasted to the ground, completely defeated.

Yet now—

Now, Max stood before him, unfazed, his blade locked against his spear, holding his ground without faltering.

Veylin’s grip on his spear tightened, a flicker of irritation flashing in his gaze.

This shouldn’t be happening.

His heart sank slightly as the regret crept in once again.

’I should have killed him when I had the chance.’

If he had ended it back then—if he had simply gone for the kill instead of leaving Max alive—he wouldn’t be standing here now, facing an opponent who had become his equal.

Or worse…

Someone who might surpass him.

Max’s smile widened, his pink eyes gleaming with confidence hearing Veylin.

"Of course, I’ve grown stronger since last time." His voice was calm but carried an unmistakable edge of certainty.

"Otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing here, facing you in a direct battle to determine the strongest."

As he spoke, his aura surged, and in the next instant—

Hundreds of glowing blue swords materialized behind him.

His Magic Sword Barrage activated, each sword humming with raw energy, their sharp tips aimed directly at Veylin’s back like a storm of piercing light.

With a flick of his fingers, the swords shot forward, their radiant glow slicing through the air like a tidal wave of death.

—

"Humph." Veylin snorted, unfazed.

From behind him, a massive lightning dragon burst forth, its form crackling with pure electric fury. Its thunderous roar shook the battlefield as its coiled body surged forward, intercepting the incoming swords.

Each blue sword collided against the lightning dragon, but—

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

They were deflected.

Not a single one made it past. The dragon’s charged scales repelled every blade, its serpentine body twisting through the air, absorbing and scattering the entire barrage.

When the final sword was deflected against its hardened form, Veylin smirked, his gaze sharp and mocking. "You’ll have to do better than that."