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title: "Chapter 710: Using Everything"
slug: "ch-716"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 716
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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But he didn’t lose focus. He couldn’t afford to. Instead, he welcomed this surge of power like an old friend and immediately struck while the moment was ripe.

"Second form of Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword!" Max roared, his voice sharp like a thunderclap splitting the world. His sword surged with blue lightning, now fused perfectly with the strength provided by the Flame Tyrant inheritance from boiling heat of his level 2 flame concept.

He swung with all his might, and for the first time since this impossible duel began, the Storm King staggered—his feet skidding back across the cracked battlefield. Max had finally forced him back.

Seizing the opportunity without hesitation, Max unleashed his arsenal. From the skies, a storm of black-flame-forged weapons descended—swords, spears, hammers, halberds, and axes rained down like divine wrath, each glowing with infernal heat, each roaring with destructive purpose.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The world quaked beneath the fury of Max’s assault. For a moment, it felt as if he would finally overwhelm the legend before him. But then—

A flash. A blinding streak of red lightning tore through the smoke and flame.

And in an instant, all the weapons shattered—every last one obliterated before they could touch their target. The sky was emptied. The storm died in a heartbeat.

The Storm King stood again, completely untouched, as if the previous blow had never landed. His entire body crackled with red lightning, glowing from head to toe in storm-born fury. And then, the Storm King was already there, right in front of him, eyes gleaming like thunder gods, spear poised to strike again.

The moment the Storm King blinked into existence before Max, his body cloaked in red lightning and his spear aimed like a thunderbolt about to strike, Max was already prepared.

His right hand was raised, fingers crackling with violet lightning, positioned precisely like a coiled spring ready to release. And then—he flicked.

FLICK!

BOOM!

A deafening shockwave erupted from that single motion. The air trembled, the ground fractured beneath their feet, and the Storm King—despite his immense might—was blasted away as if launched by a divine cannon. His body became a crimson streak across the sky, tearing through the air like a falling star.

Max didn’t waste a single breath. His Three Dimensional Body instantly calculated the trajectory, and using the power of his space concept, he teleported to a new position—one directly in the path of the incoming Storm King. There, he waited, his aura burning hot and black as night, gathering his might.

In the sky above, ten colossal swords, each one forged entirely of searing black flames, materialized like falling celestial weapons.

Around Max, twenty-three black flaming spheres appeared in perfect symmetry, rotating slowly, emitting pulses of devastating energy.

Then Max vanished again—his figure becoming one with the air.

Right at that moment, the Storm King came crashing through the sky like a comet, still caught in the momentum of Max’s earlier flick. He arrived precisely where Max had predicted.

And then the trap sprung.

The ten massive swords came down at once like the wrath of heavens, their edges glowing with destructive fury, while the black flaming spheres homed in, enclosing him from every direction.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

An earth-shattering chain of explosions followed—thunder roared, fire rose like tidal waves, and the sky itself turned black from the rising smoke and chaos. Black flames surged skyward, curling toward the clouds like hands of a demonic god.

The impact was so overwhelming that the entire island beneath them shuddered violently. Deep cracks split the ground, huge chunks of terrain were hurled into the air, and fissures spread like spiderwebs across every inch of the island.

The storm of destruction Max had unleashed was nothing short of cataclysmic. What was once a floating sanctuary of power now looked like it had been struck by a divine calamity.

And at the center of it all—somewhere buried beneath the smoke and fire—was the Storm King, who had just faced the full brunt of Max’s wrath.

’Will this kill him?’ Max wondered as he hovered above the smoldering remains of the battlefield, his eyes narrowing toward the center of the chaos where the Storm King had disappeared beneath waves of black flames and cracked stone.

The sheer force of his previous attack had nearly reduced the floating island to rubble, but Max knew better than to assume it was over. This was no ordinary opponent—this was the Storm King, a figure born from lightning and honed through countless battles. Letting his guard down now would be nothing short of foolish.

So, to be safe, Max decided to follow through with a skill—one he had specifically kept in reserve for this moment. Every skill in his arsenal was already pushed to the peak of Legendary Rank Limitbreaker Stage, capable of devastating force.

But among them, one was already burning in his mind—Lightning Needle.

Without hesitation, Max brought both of his hands close together, fingers spread slightly as violet lightning began to crackle between his palms. Sparks arced in every direction, dancing wildly like living things.

The energy sizzled with a sharp, high-pitched hum, vibrating with intensity as it condensed further and further. His body pulsed with electric force, his long coat fluttering despite the stillness of the air. The aura around him seemed to distort, warped by the sheer voltage he was gathering.

Thanks to his increasing compatibility with violet lightning—now reaching 30%—his control over it had also evolved. It wasn’t just raw power anymore. He could manipulate it with precision, compressing a palm’s worth of violet lightning into the shape he wanted.

And he did just that. With both palms glowing in flickering arcs of violet lightning, Max brought his hands together and pressed them downward, calling upon the full might of his Lightning Needle skill.

The space between his palms twisted as all the violet lightning he could control surged forward, condensing under his will, folding in on itself again and again—compressed to an extreme, until a single, slender needle was formed.