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title: "Chapter 757: Killing the ascendant!"
slug: "ch-763"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 763
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"Time for you to die," Max murmured, his voice dropping to a cold, echoing hush as the battlefield churned around him in a storm of screams, clashing steel, and crackling energies.

His white hair lifted slightly as though caught by an invisible breeze, eyes glinting like molten suns as he raised one hand, fingers flexing in a precise, deliberate motion. In the next instant, three golden swords of pure light materialized out of thin air, each one burning with searing luminance, edges so sharp they seemed to slice the very air apart.

They hovered around him in a silent, deadly orbit, radiating waves of destructive power that made the ground beneath his feet quiver and crack. Every blade was so dense with divine energy that even the surrounding void rippled and hissed as though recoiling from their presence.

Each sword wasn’t merely light—it pulsed with the deadly precision of Max’s Level 2 Concept of Severing Sword, embodying the pure idea of severance, of finality.

"Go!" Max commanded sharply, his eyes narrowing with lethal focus.

In perfect synchrony, the three golden swords shot upward into the sky like blazing meteors, leaving behind trails of dazzling light that briefly painted the battlefield gold.

Then, with a whistling sound like the tearing of the heavens, they swooped down as one, homing in on the Ascendant who still staggered under the weight of Max’s devastating soul attack, its limbs trembling, molten-red eyes unfocused, void energy sputtering and dimming like a dying star.

The first sword struck with terrifying precision, plunging directly into the Ascendant’s chest. A deafening crack rang out as the sword punched through its void-forged armor, piercing straight into the creature’s black heart.

Black blood geysered outward, sizzling as it evaporated under the searing heat of the divine blade.

Before the creature could even scream, the second sword followed, arcing downward in a wide, gleaming slash. It cleaved through the Ascendant’s waist with a sharp metallic screech, severing its monstrous torso cleanly in half, the top half of its body sliding grotesquely aside as ribbons of void energy and black ichor sprayed into the air.

And then the third golden sword, moving faster than sight, executed the final stroke: a swift, merciless horizontal cut that swept through the Ascendant’s thick neck.

For the briefest instant, the creature’s head remained perfectly perched atop its shoulders, golden light illuminating the astonishment and rage frozen on its faceless features. Then the severed head toppled forward, tumbling through the air before crashing into the blood-soaked ground with a dull, final thud.

A hush seemed to ripple outward from the epicenter of the kill, as if even the chaos of the battlefield paused in collective shock.

Max exhaled a silent breath, lowering his arm as the three golden swords dissolved into radiant motes of light that floated gently away like drifting fireflies. His eyes stayed locked on the twitching remains of the Ascendant, fully aware that creatures like these possessed terrifying regenerative abilities.

Unless their heads were removed, they were never truly dead. Now, with the head severed and lifeless, Max knew with absolute certainty the Ascendant was finished.

"He... he killed him. He killed the Seventh Level Champion Rank Ascendant..." gasped an expert nearby, his voice ragged with disbelief, eyes bulging as he stared at Max as though witnessing a god descend into mortal flesh.

"I thought he was just courting his own death by arriving in the Second Circle," another warrior stammered, wiping a streak of blood from his cheek with trembling fingers. "Who would have known he was hiding this kind of strength?"

"Hiding his strength for sure," interjected a third, his voice low with a mix of awe and fear as he tightened his grip on his spear. "Look at him—he’s at the Fourth Level of Master Rank now. And just a moment ago, he was only at the First Level. He must have been concealing his true power all along and only revealed it after coming into the Second Circle."

"Now that I think about it," muttered another, eyes narrowing as he studied Max’s figure standing amidst drifting golden sparks, "we don’t truly know who this kid even is. To have such immense strength at Fourth Level of Master Rank... that puts his status at the level of Heaven Grade geniuses—or maybe even beyond them."

All around Max, stunned experts stared with expressions frozen between disbelief, reverence, and a flickering edge of fear. Their voices rose and fell in an incredulous chorus, blending into the continuing roar of the battlefield.

High above the blood-soaked, thunderous battlefield, amidst swirling clouds heavy with the scent of blood and void energy, the five elders hovered in silent vigilance, their long robes whipping around them like streaming banners of authority

The silence between the elders was like a crack in the storm until Elder Liam finally broke it, his voice carrying a mix of admiration and reluctant realization. "This kid... He is truly monstrous as a genius," he murmured, shaking his head slowly as though trying to dislodge the disbelief still clinging to him.

He clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes thoughtful and faintly sorrowful. "I had thought to bring him under my own guidance... to nurture him along my path. But now I understand—he’s not someone who can be taught by any of us. His path... it’s beyond ours." His voice carried a rare note of humility, for it was not often that Elder Liam admitted there were talents out of even his reach.

"Humph, it’s only because of his light energy that he managed to pull that off," scoffed the Second Elder, crossing his arms defensively as a sour look twisted his weathered face. "Don’t forget—he’s been hiding his true strength all this time. No wonder he dared to come into the Second Circle." His words were edged with a bitterness that barely concealed a flicker of grudging respect.

The Third Elder let out a low chuckle, his sharp gaze still fixed on the battlefield below. "Light energy is indeed effective against Nulls and Ascendants, I won’t argue that," he conceded, nodding slightly. "But that alone doesn’t explain how a Fourth-Level Master Rank expert managed to kill a Seventh-Level Champion Rank Ascendant. That’s an impossible task for anyone else. His sword concept, his soul techniques, the way he manipulates light energy—all of it points to a level of mastery that surpasses mere elemental advantage."

He paused, his eyes glinting. "This child... he’s a dragon hiding among men."

The Second Elder snorted and fell silent, though his clenched jaw betrayed the storm of conflicted thoughts raging behind his eyes.

Meanwhile, Elder Liam’s eyes remained locked on Max, the corner of his mouth curling upward into a faint, almost proud smile. His voice dropped to a near whisper, thick with both wonder and an elder’s curiosity. "Hmm? Looks like this kid isn’t done yet..."

At his words, the other elders turned their attention sharply back to the battlefield, each pair of ancient eyes narrowing in fresh interest.