Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Then, with a roar, he poured every ounce of strength into his strike. The Blue Dragon Sword flashed, carrying the combined might of his physical power, level 2 flame and sword concepts, and the amplifying force of lightning. His momentum alone shook the void as if thunder and lightning had taken physical form, descending upon Jake like a divine punishment.

Jake's eyes widened. 'He's faster?!' He hadn't expected Max to still have a card left to play, let alone one that amplified both his strength and speed at once.

Quickly, Jake lifted his spear, its blade blurring into countless shadows, filling the sky in an attempt to form an impregnable defense.

"Boom!"

The clash was violent and explosive. The spear's shadows shattered instantly under the weight of Max's strike, as if a mountain had been dropped on them. The force behind Max's sword sent shockwaves rolling in every direction, ripping apart the ground below and shattering nearby boulders like glass.

Jake staggered, his feet sliding back dozens of feet as his arms trembled from the impact. A look of disbelief filled his face. 'Impossible… how is his power even stronger than before?'

Max didn't give him time to think. His eyes burned with determination, lightning still crackling along his armor as he stepped forward, sword at the ready, his killing intent sharp enough to pierce the heavens.

Jake's eyes were bloodshot, disbelief and rage boiling inside him as he staggered backward. 'How… how is this even possible?' he thought, his heart pounding wildly.

A mere peak Master Rank expert, someone he should have been able to crush with one hand, was forcing him back like a helpless child. His pride as a 7th-level Legend Rank genius, his arrogance built from countless victories, was cracking apart in front of his eyes.

Max, however, looked completely calm—almost cold. His face was expressionless except for the faint trace of a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. "Playtime is over," he muttered, his voice low, almost like the distant rumble of thunder.

In the next instant, blue lightning burst from Max's body like an exploding storm, and he vanished. By the time Jake's eyes widened, Max was already in front of him, sword flashing with a blinding brilliance.

"Damn it!" Jake roared in panic, forcing his spear forward with all his strength, layers of spear shadows forming into a dense wall of defense.

But it didn't matter.

Bang!

Boom!

Each clash echoed like thunder, shockwaves blasting outward as mountains cracked and hills split apart. Trees were uprooted, flying like straw in a storm. The ground beneath them was carved open with long trenches as one figure, a blur of white light, desperately tried to resist the other—a blazing blue flash of pure lightning that tore through everything in its way.

Again and again, their weapons met, sparks spraying like fireworks in the night sky, each collision shaking the land itself. But slowly, undeniably, the white blur weakened while the lightning blur only grew faster and sharper. Max's strikes were relentless, precise, and unstoppable.

Jake's face twisted with horror, veins bulging along his neck as he screamed, "How can you be this fast and strong at the same time?!" His heart trembled violently as a thought he never imagined surfaced—'I might die here.'

Max suddenly stopped, his body relaxed, as he looked Jake in the eye with a sneer that cut deeper than any blade. "You think this speed is fast?" he said softly, almost mockingly. "Let me show you what true speed is."

Before Jake could even blink, Max's body ignited with red lightning, the third stage of the Storm King's Inheritance: Extreme Speed.

To Jake, everything around him froze. Max was no longer a figure but a streak of crimson light that tore reality itself apart as it closed in. There was no time to react, no time to breathe, not even time to think.

A faint sound, swish, whispered in his ears—and then, silence.

Jake's pupils dilated as his vision suddenly tilted unnaturally. He glanced downward, confused, only to see his own headless body standing stiff, blood fountaining out like a scarlet geyser. 'Huh? What? How is this possible…?' That was his final thought before eternal darkness swallowed him whole.

His body twitched twice, spasming uncontrollably, before collapsing into a pool of blood with a heavy plop.

Max stood there, breathing evenly, his Blue Dragon Sword resting at his side as the crimson sparks faded from his armor. His eyes flicked to Jake's falling corpse, his expression calm but with a hint of satisfaction. "Too slow," he muttered coldly.

With a wave of his hand, a silver glimmer flew into his palm—the storage ring. Max scanned it instantly with his spiritual sense, his focus sharp, but then his eyes suddenly widened in delight.

"One Step Mile…" he whispered, lips curling into a grin as excitement surged through him. That very footwork technique Jake had used, the one that sparked his interest from the very beginning, was right there in his hands. Ever since witnessing Jake's insane speed, Max had sworn to kill him and seize that technique no matter the cost.

And now, he had done it.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the satisfaction settle in, a faint red glow appearing on his pale face from the sheer rush of victory and discovery. One Step Mile is mine.

With a final glance at Jake's headless body, Max turned away, clutching the storage ring tightly as if it were the greatest treasure he had obtained in the secret domain so far. "This trip was worth it," he said quietly, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he vanished into the wilderness once more.

Judging from Jake's terrifying speed during their battle, the true power of One Step Mile was undeniable. Even with only a beginner's grasp of the technique, Jake had surpassed Max in sheer movement speed.

The thought alone sent a ripple of excitement through Max's chest. 'If just a basic mastery of this technique can reach such heights, then what about when it is perfected?' Max's mind flashed with the image of soaring past even Mythic Rank experts, their attacks and techniques rendered useless against his speed. The very idea made his blood boil with anticipation.