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| Chapter 759: One sided slaughter | ch-765 | Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 | 765 | 0 | 0 | 1046 | 2026-04-15 |
Again, Max flashed across the battlefield, moving like a bolt unleashed from the heavens. He found his third Ascendant target locked in a duel with an Eighth Level Champion Rank human expert, their clash sending out shockwaves that flattened soldiers around them.
Max’s eyes narrowed, seizing the opening in an instant. His golden sword streaked forward, tip whistling as it pierced straight through the Ascendant’s lower back, erupting out its chest in a spray of void ichor. The creature roared in pain, its claws swinging wildly, but Max twisted his wrist, pulling the sword sideways in a vicious slice that split its torso wide open.
The Ascendant stumbled, trying to turn toward him, but Max simply lifted one finger, and the last of his golden swords zipped forward like a guided missile, severing its head with a single blazing arc. The monstrous skull spun away through the air before smashing into a jagged boulder, leaving black blood smeared across the stone.
And just like that, another Ascendant was reduced to a headless corpse collapsing into the rubble of the battlefield.
All across the Second Circle, whispers and gasps spread like wildfire as warriors turned to look upon the white-haired young man who was cutting down Ascendants as if he were harvesting stalks of grain.
’If I wasn’t using light energy, it would probably take me the full strength of my sword concept and sword techniques to bring them down... but with light energy, they’re just ants waiting for me to kill them,’ Max thought, his eyes glimmering coldly amidst the infernal storm raging through the Second Circle battlefield.
His golden sword sliced downward in one seamless arc, splitting another towering Ascendant clean in half from crown to groin. Black void ichor sprayed into the air like a fountain, sizzling and evaporating as it touched the divine light, and the two halves of the creature’s corpse crashed to the ground with a bone-rattling thud, limbs still twitching as golden sparks danced across the severed flesh.
From all corners of the battlefield, horrified gasps and incredulous whispers erupted, threading through the shrieks of combat and the relentless clash of weapons.
"Is he even human at this point? He’s killing Ascendants like it’s nothing!" shouted a bloodied hunter, staring with wide eyes as Max stepped over the latest corpse, his sword already shifting to the next target.
"Damn it, who the hell is he?! Since when did a genius like this show up in the Middle Domain?!" bellowed another expert, gripping his spear so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"They’re Ascendants—not just any normal Nulls—but he’s slaughtering them like cattle. How is he doing this?!" cried a expert from one of the seven overlord forces, sweat dripping down his temple as he watched in raw disbelief.
"Monster... he’s a complete monster!" someone else whispered, voice trembling as though speaking an unholy secret.
But Max paid no mind to the voices rippling like a tide through the battlefield. His entire focus remained fixed on the Ascendants still prowling among the chaos. He was a blur of blue lightning, his figure flashing from one position to the next so swiftly it seemed like he was flickering between different realities.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
In the next heartbeat, he was in front of another Ascendant whose molten-black claws were plunged into the chest of a human warrior, ripping out his heart in a spray of blood. Before the monster could even retract its claws, Max’s golden sword thrust forward like a lance of sunlight, piercing through its throat and bursting out the back of its neck in a detonation of golden light.
Void ichor exploded around the blade as the creature spasmed violently. Without a pause, Max jerked the sword sideways, cleanly severing the Ascendant’s head from its shoulders. The monstrous skull flew through the air, twisting end over end before bouncing across the stones like a grotesque ball.
Before the severed body even hit the ground, Max vanished again.
He appeared behind a third Ascendant who was locked in savage combat with a group of three Champion Rank experts, the creature’s obsidian limbs whirling like scythes as it drove the human warriors back step by bloody step.
Max’s golden sword swept horizontally, cleaving through the Ascendant’s lower back so swiftly that the creature didn’t even register the pain until it tried to turn and found its legs no longer obeyed it. It let out a rasping howl, void energy gushing from the severed stump of its torso, but Max didn’t even flinch.
He lifted two fingers, and one of his remaining golden swords zipped forward like a guided arrow, punching directly through the Ascendant’s chest and bursting out its front in a radiant flare. The monster sagged forward, its entire form shuddering as its life winked out like a snuffed candle.
Max exhaled slowly, his scaled chest rising and falling as golden motes drifted around him like drifting stardust. Blood—black and steaming—coated his sword and splattered his scales, but his eyes were as clear, utterly unfazed by the slaughter.
The warriors, experts, and hunters scattered across the Second Circle could only stare, their eyes wide with awe, fear, and something close to religious reverence. Even seasoned veterans who’d battled on countless bloody fields felt chills crawl down their spines watching Max dispatch Ascendant after Ascendant with cold, surgical precision.
These were monsters that even 2-star geniuses regarded as ultimate threats, creatures whose strength and regenerative powers could turn even a minor battle into a massacre. Yet here was Max—just moments ago a mere First-Level Master Rank—carving through them as if they were weeds beneath his blade.
By the time the echoes of Max’s final strike faded into the blood-laden air, the Second Circle battlefield lay in a stunned silence broken only by the groans of the wounded and the distant, thunderous rumble of the First Circle still engulfed in war.
Not a single Ascendant remained standing in the Second Circle. Max had killed them all, leaving behind a field littered with monstrous corpses and pools of void-black blood.
And as the warriors turned their gazes toward him, it was as though they were looking upon something beyond human—a living blade forged for war, a solitary dragon descending from the heavens to sweep away the darkness.