Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max, however, remained calm despite the overwhelming pressure bearing down on him. He exhaled deeply, focusing all of his mind into his blade.

At that moment, he withdrew his flame concept entirely, relying solely on his sword concept. His aura shifted, becoming razor-sharp and focused, like a blade capable of cutting through everything in its path.

"Severing Flow Sword Art."

His voice was steady and cold as he lifted his sword and delivered a single, simple slash. Yet this was no ordinary strike—it carried with it the distilled essence of his Level 2 Severing Sword Concept, which had already reached its advanced stage, infinitely close to evolving into Level 3.

The sword energy erupted like a silver crescent moon splitting the heavens. It collided with the massive lightning lotus, and in the blink of an eye, the lotus was cleaved neatly in two.

The slash was so clean and absolute that for a moment, it seemed as though time itself had paused before the lotus shattered completely, bursting into a cascade of chaotic lightning.

Arnold's eyes widened in disbelief, shock flickering in his gaze. "Advanced stage of Level 2 Sword Concept? You actually reached this step?" He had fought countless talented swordsmen before, but very few could even grasp a single concept, much less advance it this far.

This level of mastery was only a step away from reaching Level 3, a threshold few could ever touch in their lifetime.

Realizing the danger he was facing, Arnold clenched his teeth and roared, surging his mana violently through his body. He unleashed 150% of his strength, over-drawing his spirit power to manifest another Furious Lotus.

This one was twice the size of the previous, spinning with devastating speed and lighting up the sky as if a miniature sun had descended. It smashed forward, aiming to overwhelm Max's sword energy.

But Arnold was no Raul. He didn't have Raul's terrifying swarm of insects to shield him from overwhelming attacks, nor did he have the same life-saving methods. No matter how profound the Furious Lotus Technique he practiced was, it simply could not stand against the raw edge of Max's advanced-stage Level 2 sword concept.

Max's slash descended again, clean and absolute, and in an instant, the new lightning lotus was split apart like paper, shattering into a storm of uncontrolled lightning that burst across the sky.

The resulting shockwave burned the void crimson, scorching everything in its path. Within a radius of several miles, not a single plant or tree was left standing; everything was reduced to smoldering ashes, the land itself scarred by the clash.

Arnold staggered backward, his body jolted by the violent backlash of his own shattered technique. He retreated over a hundred feet before finally stabilizing himself, his face pale and his breathing heavy.

Looking up at Max, his eyes were full of disbelief and a trace of fear—fear of the man who had just shattered his ultimate technique with nothing more than a single slash. It was clear to anyone watching: Arnold had been shaken to his core.

Max smiled faintly, the kind of smile that carried no joy but absolute resolve, and without uttering a single word, he charged forward. His grip tightened around the Blue Dragon Sword, both hands wrapped firmly around its hilt, his arms steady and full of power.

With one smooth motion, he unleashed a massive sword wave, the sword energy surging outward like a living beast.

The sharp edge of the Blue Dragon Sword released a stream of sword energy nearly a thousand feet long, its aura fierce and untamed, resembling a colossal azure dragon roaring as it tore through the sky, rushing straight for Arnold with unstoppable momentum.

Arnold's expression stiffened. His normally elegant and composed demeanor cracked under pressure. His jade-like face turned pale as paper, beads of sweat trickling down his temples.

The weight of Max's killing intent pressed against him like a mountain. "Max, you forced me to do this," he said through clenched teeth, his voice trembling not with fear but with restrained fury.

His hands crossed in front of him as he gathered every ounce of lightning power within his body. Sparks danced along his fingers before erupting outward in violent waves. A sea of lightning materialized around him, vast and endless, its dazzling brilliance making the entire battlefield glow with golden light.

The arcs of lightning thickened and condensed, swirling like a storm before forming countless orbs—lightning balls, dense and terrifying, floating in the void like miniature suns waiting to explode.

"Buzz—!" A deep, resonant hum echoed as the lightning balls stabilized, radiating destructive energy strong enough to make the surrounding space crack.

"Go!" Arnold commanded sharply, his voice resonating with power. At once, thousands of lightning balls streaked forward like divine artillery, each one tearing through the air at unimaginable speed. One after another, they exploded in blinding flashes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each detonation gave birth to violent clouds of lightning energy, expanding like shockwaves across the battlefield.

The sheer destructive power was overwhelming. Space itself began to tear apart under the onslaught, "Puff, puff, puff," the void shattering into fragments and leaving trails of empty vacuum in its wake. Max's thousand-foot-long sword energy was crushed almost instantly under the barrage, shattering with an explosive "Boom!" that lit up the sky.

The sword light scattered and disappeared, leaving nothing but a raging storm of violent lightning energy bearing down on him.

For a moment, it looked as though Max would be swallowed whole, reduced to ash by the unrelenting bombardment. The lightning was so fierce, so consuming, that even breathing within its radius felt impossible.

Yet, Max didn't flinch. The flames of pain or fear didn't reach his eyes; instead, there was only unshakable determination. He believed in the strength of his own body—his Dragon Scales had now increased by another 200, bringing his total to an astounding 800 Dragon Scales.

With that level of protection, he knew he could withstand even the most destructive attacks of ordinary Legend Rank experts.

As the lightning balls smashed into him one by one, their energy flaring like miniature explosions, Max planted his feet firmly into the ground. His sword rose high, energy surging into its blade, and with one clean motion, he slashed down with all his might.

From afar, it looked like the world of lightning itself had been split apart. The sword shadow he released was hundreds of feet long, cutting through the storm as though separating heaven and earth.

Arnold's eyes widened in pure horror, his face draining of all color. "What?!" The word escaped him involuntarily as his instincts screamed danger. He stepped back instantly, his hands gripping tightly onto the red-gold square halberd, his body dropping into a defensive stance. Sparks of golden light danced along the halberd's shaft as he prepared to block.

But Arnold had gravely underestimated Max's advanced Level 2 Severing Sword Concept. The sword shadow struck with such destructive force that when it clashed with Arnold's halberd, a loud metallic "Clang!" rang out, piercing through the roar of lightning.

The impact was earth-shattering—the halberd trembled violently in Arnold's hands as its golden light faltered, and in the next instant, both Arnold and his weapon were sent flying backward like a broken kite.

"Puff!" Blood burst from Arnold's mouth, his body twisting in midair before crashing heavily into the ground. He rolled several times, gouging out a massive crater before finally coming to a stop.

Lying in the hole he had created, Arnold's eyes were wide open, reflecting only horror and disbelief as he stared at Max, the man who had just overpowered him so completely.