Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 394: Second Battle

The crowd watched in stunned silence.

Soon after Zealot was sent flying out of the arena, the giant flaming bird he had been standing on faded away into nothingness, its flames flickering out with a final, quiet hiss.

Max remained still, standing calmly at the center of the arena. He hadn't gone for the killing blow. Not because he couldn't—he could've easily ended it with a single decisive strike—but because he didn't want to.

At least, not yet.

The situation with the elves was still uncertain, filled with political tension and unknown motives. Max didn't want to make any reckless enemies before fully understanding what was going on. If they tried to kill him, then he would respond in kind.

Otherwise, he'd spare them—for now. Especially the elves.

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Just then, he felt a gentle warmth pulsing from within his storage space. He reached in and took out his Essence Stone, the small crystalline item now glowing more brightly than before, golden particles dancing inside it like tiny stars.

'Good,' Max thought, satisfied. That meant he was gathering life essence steadily from his victory. Without wasting time, he turned his gaze back to the stunned crowd of elves, demons, and humans, all staring at him like they had just witnessed something unbelievable.

"Next," Max said simply, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. His eyes scanned the crowd, completely calm. He had made up his mind—he would use this next one month to ascend all the way to the tenth floor of the Tower of Truth. That was his goal, and nothing was going to stop him from reaching it.

The crowd erupted into whispers.

"He defeated a level 1 Seeker Rank while being only level 1 of Adept Rank… and he didn't even rely on his physical strength this time."

"Yeah, I thought he was some guy born with divine strength, but in this fight, he used pure sword aura and skill."

"And that's even harder to believe…"

The murmurs continued to spread, a mix of disbelief and amazement. But not everyone was impressed. Some watched Max with irritation, unable to accept his dominance.

"Tsk, this guy is such a show-off," Elliot muttered, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he narrowed his eyes at Max's composed face. Without missing a beat, he turned to one of the elves beside him—a tall figure with long white hair and calm, cold eyes. "Go deal with him, Levi."

The white-haired elf simply gave a nod before stepping forward, his expression unreadable. He walked toward the arena with quiet confidence and stopped just in front of Max.

"I would like to challenge you," he said, his voice composed and firm.

Max looked at him, reading his strength in an instant. 'Level 4 of Seeker Rank,' he noted. Stronger than the last one. Without hesitation, he gave a small nod. "As you say so."

The white-haired elf appeared in the arena in the blink of an eye, taking his place across from Max.

"I am Levi," he said with quiet pride. "I won't go easy on you."

Max met his eyes and replied coolly, "Do your best."

Levi took action the moment Max nodded.

In a flash, wind howled around his body, wrapping him in a powerful current of air that made his long white hair whip violently behind him. The temperature dropped slightly as his presence surged. His boots barely touched the ground before he shot forward—no warning, no build-up, just raw speed.

Max's eyes calmly followed him, unmoved.

Fwoosh!

Levi appeared on Max's left, his arm a blur as he slashed his wind-forged blade horizontally—Gale Cutter—a razor-thin wave of compressed wind howling toward Max like a blade from the sky. But Max's black sword moved with quiet elegance—clang!—parrying it with ease, sending the wind crashing into the arena wall behind him.

But Levi didn't stop.

He reappeared above Max, his legs swirling with intense pressure. "Tempest Fang!" he roared, slamming both feet down to send a crushing vortex of wind toward Max like a falling hammer.

Max didn't even flinch. With a step to the side using Blink Dash, he vanished from his original spot and appeared a few meters away, avoiding the crash completely.

"Still too slow," he muttered under his breath.

Levi landed and was already gone the next instant. Behind Max, to the right—Wind Pierce, then Shredding Cyclone, then Vortex Barrage. One after another, fast, lethal strikes came at Max from every angle, the wind screaming with every slash and swipe. Each technique was clean, deadly, and precise—Levi was clearly no ordinary genius.

But Max moved like a shadow.

With the grace of a calm lake, he used Angel Float, his body gliding across the air with surreal lightness, his steps like drifting feathers. His sword—enhanced by Level 3 Sword Aura—moved with crisp minimalism, cutting down each attack with surgical precision.

Clang! Slash! Whoosh!

Every single wind strike was deflected, sliced, or avoided with almost lazy ease. Max never even looked like he was struggling.

Levi's eyes narrowed, frustrated. "Tornado Cross Blades!" he shouted, forming twin spiraling blades of wind on both arms before dashing at Max, aiming to cut him from both sides in a spinning arc.

But Max's blade met the spinning winds head-on. With a powerful swing of Elite Sword Arts, the tornado blades cracked, broke, and were wiped clean from the arena.

Gritting his teeth, Levi leapt back and gathered wind around him, forming his first big move.

"Tempest Wheel!"

A massive disc of compressed wind formed behind him, spinning so fast that the air screeched from the pressure. It launched forward like a flying guillotine. Max stood still and held his sword in reverse grip. Then, with a deep breath, he calmly slashed downward.

Elite Sword Arts — Horizontal Break.