Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1715 Pseudo Cosmic Path of Death Wind Concept!

The elven woman was truly shocked after seeing Max walk through her seven wind swords without suffering even the smallest injury, because although she had never believed those seven swords would be enough to defeat him, she had at least expected them to leave behind a few wounds, or at the very least force him to reveal some defensive technique beyond the black scales covering his body.

In her original thought, once her Death Wind concept entered his body through those wounds, she would be able to use the next few attacks to pressure him further, and perhaps she could even uncover a trace of the strength her prince wanted to see.

But only now did she realize how naive those thoughts had been. Her seven wind swords had not injured him. They had not slowed him down. They had not even made him raise his hand.

"You are strong," she said as she looked at Max, her eyes flashing with a sharp and solemn light. "But is this your true strength?"

Max looked at her with a faint smile on his face, but he did not answer.

That silence made the elven woman's gaze turn even colder.

She knew Max was looking down on her. Perhaps not openly, and perhaps not with the same mocking arrogance he had shown the demons, but that calm smile itself was a kind of contempt, because he was standing there as if nothing she had done was worthy of a proper response.

For an elf genius like her, especially one who had survived the endless torment of Death Valley and comprehended the fifth level Death Wind concept, that feeling was not pleasant at all.

Her fingers slowly moved toward the sword hanging at her waist.

The moment her hand touched the hilt, the air inside the arena changed again.

The wind that had been raging around Max suddenly became heavier, colder, and far more dangerous, and the gray-green aura that had scattered after the destruction of the seven wind swords began to gather back toward the elven woman like countless streams returning to the sea.

Her expression grew calm, so calm that it no longer carried shock, frustration, or hesitation, and even the sharpness in her eyes became quiet, as if all unnecessary emotions had been cut away in an instant.

Then she tapped into her Pseudo Cosmic Path of Death Wind Concept.

Boom!

A terrifying wave of deathly wind exploded from her body.

It did not surge outward like ordinary wind. It erupted like countless invisible blades being released from a sealed abyss, and in the next moment, blade after blade of gray-green Death Wind burst from her body without stopping.

They flew in every direction, slicing through the arena walls, tearing apart the broken stones beneath her feet, and carving deep marks into the battlefield faster than the eye could follow.

The entire arena seemed to be swallowed by a storm of deathly blades, and each blade carried a chilling aura that made the surrounding participants feel as if their skin was being scraped by unseen knives even though they were standing outside the barrier.

The ruined arena could no longer endure it.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The floor beneath the elven woman shattered again and again as the death wind blades swept across it, and countless fragments of stone were lifted into the air before being instantly sliced into dust.

The shockwaves from the released concept slammed against the barrier surrounding the arena, causing ripples to spread across its surface, while a sharp screaming sound filled the Combat Hall as if the wind itself had turned into a dying spirit.

Many participants outside the arena instinctively stepped back.

The humans who had just been excited by Max's overwhelming strength now felt their expressions stiffen. The demons who had been enraged by Max's arrogance also fell silent for a moment, because even they could sense how dangerous this elven woman had become after tapping into her Pseudo Cosmic Path.

This was no longer a simple attack made from wind element. This was a path, a direction of power, a deeper form of comprehension that allowed her Death Wind concept to approach something far more terrifying than ordinary elemental mastery.

Among the elves, several geniuses stared at her with burning eyes.

They knew what this meant.

Once an elf tapped into a Pseudo Cosmic Path, their concept would no longer remain at the level of ordinary elemental usage. It would carry the beginning of a greater law, a power that could connect the element to the vast cosmic order itself.

Although it was only pseudo and had not yet reached the level of a true Cosmic Path, it was already enough to make her strength rise by a terrifying amount.

The golden-haired elven prince watched the scene in silence.

His eyes remained on Max.

He did not care how powerful the elven woman's Death Wind had become. What he wanted to know was how Max would respond now.

Inside the arena, the elven woman slowly drew the sword from her waist.

Shing!

The blade left its sheath with a clear and chilling sound.

It was a slender elven sword, pale silver in color, with faint green patterns carved along the blade like flowing vines. The moment it appeared, the endless blades of Death Wind around her seemed to find a center.

They gathered toward the sword, coiling around the blade in dense layers, and the sword itself began to release a cold gray-green radiance that made the air around it distort. Her long silver-green hair fluttered behind her, her dress moved violently in the storm, and yet her expression remained completely calm.

She held the sword in one hand and pointed it toward Max.

"Since ordinary attacks cannot pierce your defense," she said softly, her voice steady despite the raging storm around her, "then I will use everything I have to test you."

Max stood within the storm of Death Wind blades, his black dragon scales gleaming under the violent gray-green light.

Blade after blade struck his body.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sharp metallic sounds echoed continuously as the death wind blades crashed against his scales and burst apart into wild currents of energy. Some struck his chest, some slashed at his arms, some swept across his neck, and some tried to cut into the joints between his scales, but none of them succeeded in drawing blood.

Still, unlike before, the pressure was clearly stronger now. The blades came endlessly, and each one carried the strange corrosive power of death, causing faint gray sparks to scatter every time they collided with his black scales.