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title: "Chapter 233: Head on Battle"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 233
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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Evan only smirked.

Max’s hundreds of glowing swords floated in the air, humming like a swarm of death. Each one gleamed with raw energy, infused with his intent, his power.

Across from him, Evan stood tall, the wind howling at his command.

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Then—

They moved.

A single breath, and the sky exploded.

Max’s Magic Sword Barrage shot forward like a meteor storm, each glowing blade tearing through the air with unstoppable force.

Evan, unfazed, simply raised a hand.

WHOOSH!

The wind answered.

A cyclone formed in an instant, spinning so fast it was nearly invisible. The moment Max’s swords entered its range—

They were pulled in.

Shredded.

One by one, the glowing swords vanished, devoured by Evan’s wind.

But Max was already gone.

A flicker.

A blur.

He reappeared above Evan, his sword descending with terrifying force—

Momentum Sword: Drag Sword!

BOOM!

The weight of the strike rippled through space, causing the air itself to bend under the pressure.

Evan’s feet sank into the ground, his arms trembling as he blocked with a condensed shield of wind.

But even the wind couldn’t stop gravity itself.

CRACK!

Evan was slammed into the earth, the impact sending debris flying in all directions. The sheer force cracked the battlefield, leaving a crater where he had landed.

The crowd gasped.

But—

Before the dust could settle—

"Not bad."

The voice came from above.

Max’s eyes widened slightly—

Evan was already in the sky.

Not just floating—riding the wind itself.

His body blurred, moving with terrifying speed, the air around him whispering in response.

"But you can’t hit the wind."

WHOOSH!

Suddenly—he was gone.

And then—

SLASH!

A razor-thin blade of wind ripped past Max’s cheek, fast enough that even his Three-Dimensional Physique barely reacted in time.

Another. Then another. Then a hundred.

SHINK! SHINK! SHINK!

Invisible slashes filled the air, cutting at Max from all angles. The entire battlefield turned into a storm of slicing wind.

Max remained calm.

They hit him. Cut his clothes.

But his body wasn’t injured.

The wind blades couldn’t pierce his skin.

Then—

Lightning Steps.

Dash. Super Dash. Phantom Dash.

His body flickered purple lightning, weaving through the barrage with inhuman speed dodging the wind blades.

Evan pressed the attack.

The winds gathered into a massive sphere, twisting like a compressed hurricane.

"Let’s see if you can survive this."

WHOOSH!

The wind imploded, transforming into a drill of pure destruction, aimed directly at Max.

Max smirked.

"I was waiting for this."

Just before the drill struck—

Space Freeze.

The air itself locked in place.

The drill stopped for one second.

One second was all Max needed.

Lightning Needle.

A small glow appeared in his palm.

Compressed lightning, sharper than any blade, faster than thought.

He flicked his fingers.

CRACK!

The lightning pierced through Evan’s wind drill, destabilizing the entire attack in an instant.

The wind erupted outward, scattering in all directions.

And Max was already there.

His sword hummed, the Fusion State Aura at 25% surging with terrifying power.

"Momentum Sword: Horizon End."

A single slash.

A single moment.

Everything froze.

The entire battlefield went silent.

And then—

A clean cut split the sky in two.

Evan’s eyes widened, his body twisting just barely out of the way. But—

A line of red appeared on his side.

A deep slash from his shoulder to his waist.

He grunted, landing on the cracked battlefield.

Max exhaled, gripping his sword tightly.

Evan looked at the wound on his body.

Then—he grinned.

"You are crazy."

The battle was far from over.

"But it’s time to end this," Evan said, his voice barely audible over the howling storm.

He raised both hands—

And the winds obeyed.

The sky darkened.

The air itself compressed into a terrifying mass, gathering at his fingertips.

A vortex of unimaginable destruction formed behind him—massive, roaring, hungry. A tornado unlike any before.

It wasn’t just air.

It was space itself twisting, bending, grinding against reality.

"Final Tempest."

Then it appeared.

A hurricane so powerful, it could erase mountains from existence.

The world screamed as it descended upon Max.

A force meant to swallow everything.

But Max… he only smiled.

His grip on his sword tightened.

His black flames surged, crackling wildly as they intertwined with violent purple lightning along with 25% of his Fusion State aura.

The sword—no longer just a weapon—became something more.

A force of pure destruction.

The very air around it shattered, unable to contain its power.

Max lifted his blade.

And then—

He swung.

"Divergent Slash."

A single slash—but the moment it left his blade, the world changed.

A crescent of pure annihilation erupted from his sword—black flames and purple lightning twisting together into something unstoppable.

The very space in front of him ripped apart, leaving behind an eerie void where reality itself seemed to distort.

The slash collided with Evan’s Final Tempest.

And then—

BOOOOOOM!!!

The moment they met, the entire battlefield erupted.

The sky split.

The ground fractured apart.

A deafening shockwave tore through the landscape, sending the onlookers stumbling backward, shielding their eyes from the overwhelming force.

And then—

The wind died.

The once unstoppable Final Tempest… was gone.

Not dispersed. Not redirected.

Erased.

The air was silent.

Max exhaled, lowering his blade slightly.

But just as he did—

WHOOSH!

A howling burst of wind erupted, and from the dust, Evan reappeared.

His body covered in wounds, his breathing ragged, but his eyes—still sharp.

"I’m not finished yet."

Max grinned. "Then come at me with everything you’ve got."

Evan raised his hands—

And the air twisted again.

This time—he wasn’t summoning a single attack.

He was commanding the winds of the entire surrounding.

Gales, hurricanes, wind blades—everything moved at his will.

The very concept of air became his weapon.

And all of it—rushed toward Max.

Seeing that, Max raised his free hand.

Instantly—hundreds of glowing swords materialized.

But these weren’t normal.

Each one crackled with purple lightning, their edges wrapped in black flames.

An army of destruction.

Evan’s storm descended.

Max’s swords surged forward.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Every time Evan’s wind clashed with a sword, it was obliterated.

Every hurricane, every air slash, every storm—burned away.

The black flames consumed the oxygen itself.

The lightning tore through the wind.

Evan’s final attempt at attack was completely erased.

All that was left—

Was Max.

His eyes staring at Evan, his sword still burning.

Evan staggered, his body trembling, his energy nearly drained.

Yet—

His eyes still burned with unyielding determination.

Max narrowed his gaze. "Still standing?"

Evan chuckled. "I told you... I’m not finished yet."

Then—

The air shifted.

Not a normal gust. Not a simple flow.

The entire battlefield responded.

The winds from miles away suddenly converged upon him, drawn by an unseen force. The remnants of every storm he had summoned, the gales, the whirlwinds—all of it rushed to his side.

The very concept of wind bent to his will.

The moment the onlookers felt it, their faces paled.

"What… What is he doing?!"

"This isn’t possible—!"

The leaders of the top five guilds and four super families shot to their feet, expressions grim.

"That’s not an attack an Adept should be able to use—!"

A gust so powerful shook the land itself.

Then—

The winds compressed.

A single point formed above Evan’s hand—an eye of absolute stillness, surrounded by spiraling destruction.

And from that point—a blade began to take shape.

A sword.

A sword of pure wind.

But this was no ordinary wind.

This was the essence of the storm.

The ground cracked beneath him as he lifted it.

It wasn’t a physical weapon—it was a manifestation of all wind itself, sharpened into a single edge.

"Final Tempest Sword."

A blade so sharp it could slice through space itself.

A weapon so deadly that even the most seasoned warriors watching felt a chill in their souls.

"This power… That’s at least Seeker Rank 2!" one of the spectators shouted in disbelief.

The leaders of the major guilds exchanged uneasy glances.

"That’s no longer just wind control of Wind Aura. He is almost at the half way point into the Concept of Wind."

Even Envoy Lucas, who had remained calm all this time, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Max, however—

He just smiled.

"Not bad."

But Evan wasn’t smiling anymore.

His face was pale. His entire body was straining.

This wasn’t an attack he could use lightly.

It was a technique that consumed everything he had left.

And he only had one shot.

Before...