Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 842: Azure Thunder Sword

A long silence followed. Then Glen let out a laugh, the kind that sent a chill down Max’s spine. "Afraid?" he echoed, eyes flashing with disdain. "Not in the slightest. I saw your entire fight just now. You’ve got a level 2 sword concept. Impressive for someone at your rank."

As he said this, Glen’s leisurely steps suddenly became sharper, more focused. In that instant, a brilliant glow began to wrap around his body like a divine aura. Max’s eyes narrowed further.

A level 2 sword concept.

The same level.

Max’s breath caught for a second. ’No wonder they call him Crazy Sword...’

He’d fought many strong opponents recently, and the further he climbed in the Legend Rank realm, the more he understood how enormous the gap was between each small level. Especially after the fifth level.

Glen was at the seventh level of Legend Rank—an entirely different league. Max knew that unless he unleashed everything—his four concepts, all of his trump cards—he wouldn’t stand a chance if he tried to hold back.

But Glen didn’t give him the time to think.

"Die," he said with a smile that dripped with certainty.

In the blink of an eye, his sword gleamed with terrifying brilliance, and an overwhelming sword light burst forth. The air itself seemed to freeze as the radiant sword energy condensed into a terrifying ten-foot-long blade of light, descending from the sky with a pressure that shook the mountain. The slash wasn’t just fast—it was absolute. Unstoppable.

Max could feel it in his bones. That wasn’t just an attack—it was an execution.

It was the kind of sword strike that could cleave even an eighth-level Legend Rank expert in two. Even a ninth-level warrior would struggle to block it without suffering serious damage. Only someone at the peak—at the tenth level—might be able to withstand such a blow without being crushed.

And it was coming straight for Max’s face.

However, Glen’s arrogance proved to be his downfall. Although he acknowledged that Max was powerful enough to kill a second-level Legend Rank expert, he still believed Max couldn’t possibly stand against someone beyond the fourth or fifth level without any external help and he would make sure Max didn’t have any chance to use treasures or anything that could be called external help.

So, with a mocking smile on his lips and eyes filled with disdain, Glen had only used twenty percent of his full strength for that devastating sword strike. He thought it was enough to crush Max into dust.

But reality quickly shattered that illusion. With a sharp swish, the Blue Dragon Sword flashed into Max’s hand, its blade wrapped in a terrifying level 2 sword concept. Without hesitation, Max slashed upward and cleanly sliced through the brilliant ten-foot-long sword energy that Glen had unleashed.

The radiant sword light shattered like glass, dispersing harmlessly into the hot air. But instead of counterattacking, Max turned on his heels and bolted, vanishing in a blur of motion.

Glen’s eyes twitched slightly, and a cold smirk spread across his face as he muttered, "Huh... interesting. I underestimated you."

There was a sudden flash beneath his feet as he gave chase, his body enveloped in an aura of crackling blue light. Thunder rolled across the sky as a stormy pressure erupted from him, sending shockwaves rippling through the volcanic range. Lightning flickered in his wake, blasting through rock and ash like a vengeful god descending upon the land.

As Max sprinted across jagged cliffs and leapt from one fiery ridge to another, he turned back just enough to see the thunderous light surging behind him. His face fell. "Lightning Sword Concept..." he muttered grimly. He hadn’t expected that.

Among the elemental paths, thunder was not only one of the most destructive, but also one of the hardest to comprehend. Only experts with absolute determination and an unshakable desire for strength could forge themselves along the path of thunder.

And Glen, the so-called Crazy Sword, was clearly one of those rare monsters who had walked that painful road to its terrifying heights.

The mountains trembled under the pressure of their pursuit. Snakes, scorpions, and even birds scattered in terror, their instincts screaming at them to flee from the unfolding disaster. Lava bubbled more violently, and even the volcanoes rumbled like they were warning of something cataclysmic.

Then, with a sudden explosion of movement, Glen appeared behind Max like a phantom, slamming his palm forward with force that carried the roar of thunder. The palm wind screamed through the air, wrapped in arcs of blinding electricity, cutting through the atmosphere like a divine blade.

Max barely had time to turn and defend. The Blue Dragon Sword came up just in time, clashing against the palm. A deafening bang erupted as lightning exploded upon contact. Sparks flew in all directions, sending chunks of volcanic rock tumbling. The palm wind was destroyed, dispersed into nothingness by Max’s counter.

Max landed heavily on a large volcanic slope, his boots grinding into the searing stone. His face was gloomy, eyes narrowed in fierce concentration as he glared at Glen. He didn’t say anything, but inside, his thoughts were racing. Glen wasn’t an opponent he could take lightly.

Glen stood atop the smoldering cliff like a god of thunder incarnate, his entire body wrapped in arcs of crackling blue lightning. Sparks danced around him, and the faint hum of thunder rolled through the air with every breath he took.

His expression was cold, emotionless—completely detached—as if Max were nothing more than an insect beneath his gaze. A faint blue glow shimmered in his eyes, and his voice was devoid of warmth as he spoke, "Hand over your techniques and all your treasures, and I’ll spare your life. Otherwise... this place will become your grave."

The heat from the nearby lava seemed to intensify under the weight of those words. But Max, standing with one hand resting on the hilt of his Blue Dragon Sword, narrowed his eyes and replied in a low, grim voice, "Don’t even think about it."

Glen’s patience snapped like a stretched wire. Without wasting another word, he raised his right arm and waved his hand through the air. A flash of green light burst out, and with a loud hiss, a massive sword materialized in his grip—the Azure Thunder Sword.

It wasn’t just a Legend Rank weapon; it was a thunder-forged weapon, refined using rare minerals imbued with lightning energy. The blade was over three feet long, the hilt shaped like a coiled dragon, and the entire weapon hummed with a terrifying blue glow that left an afterimage in the air. Even from a distance, the pressure it emitted could shake the soul.

The blade itself wasn’t sharp in the traditional sense, but the power it carried was like a storm waiting to be unleashed.