Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1713 Death Wind Concept!

The elven woman did not respond with anger or arrogance after hearing his words, because unlike the demons who had rushed into the arena with rage and killing intent, she had come here with a clear purpose, which was to test Max's strength under the order of her prince and force him to reveal something useful.

Her eyes remained calm, but a sharp light gradually appeared in them as she raised one hand before her body, and the pure wind element around her immediately began to gather with astonishing speed.

The air inside the arena changed at once. It no longer felt like ordinary wind. It became cleaner, sharper, colder, and far more refined, as if every strand of air had been washed by the breath of ancient forests and tempered through countless storms.

This was the natural advantage of the elves. Their connection with the elements was purer than most races, and when an elf controlled the wind, it did not appear wild and chaotic like the wind used by beasts or demons, but instead moved with a strange harmony that seemed almost alive.

Whoosh!

Seven streams of pale green wind suddenly condensed around the elven woman, and under her precise control, those streams rapidly compressed, sharpened, and transformed into seven long swords made entirely from wind element.

Each sword floated in the air behind her like a guardian blade, its form almost transparent, yet the sharpness it released was so frightening that deep marks began to appear across the already ruined arena floor without the swords even moving.

The seven wind swords hummed softly as they circled behind her, and every time they trembled, the surrounding air was sliced apart so cleanly that faint cracks seemed to appear in the space around them.

These swords were not ordinary elemental constructs. They were weapons formed from extremely pure wind energy, and because her control over the wind element had reached an extraordinary level, each sword carried enough power to cut through flesh, bone, armor, and even powerful defensive skills with terrifying ease.

However, the true danger was not merely the seven wind swords themselves.

The true danger was the concept released from within them.

A gray-green aura slowly spread across the seven swords, and the atmosphere inside the arena became colder and more suffocating in an instant. The lively sharpness of wind changed into something gloomy and sinister, something that did not merely cut the body, but seemed capable of withering life itself.

This was her fifth level wind concept, Death Wind, a terrifying variation of the wind concept that she had comprehended through years of brutal meditation inside Death Valley, a death zone located on one of the planets within the star system ruled by the elves.

Death Valley was not a place where ordinary geniuses could survive. The wind there carried traces of decay, poison, bone-chilling cold, and lingering death energy, and anyone who entered that place would constantly feel as if invisible blades were scraping against their skin while the aura of death tried to erode their body and spirit from within.

The elven woman had endured that torment again and again, sitting alone inside that deadly valley while death wind battered her body, invaded her senses, and tested her will until she finally grasped the essence hidden within that terrifying natural force.

Because of that, the seven wind swords hovering behind her did not only possess terrifying sharpness. They also carried the power of death.

The moment the Death Wind concept fully revealed, many participants outside the arena felt their expressions change. Some humans instinctively took a step back, while several demons narrowed their eyes with rare seriousness.

Even the elves watching from their side looked at the elven woman with solemn respect, because they knew very well how difficult it was to comprehend Death Wind to the fifth level, and they also understood that once her seven wind swords began to move, they would not simply slash at Max's body.

They would attempt to invade his wounds, corrode his vitality, numb his senses, and weaken his life force with every cut.

Max stood where he was and quietly watched the seven wind swords take shape.

His expression did not change, but the coldness in his eyes deepened slightly.

The elven woman noticed that change, and although she did not know the reason behind it, she could still feel that Max's attitude toward her was different from the way he had faced the demons.

Against the demons, his arrogance had been open, almost playful, but against her, there was a restrained hostility beneath his calmness, like a blade hidden inside a sheath. She did not understand where that hostility came from, but she did not ask. This was the arena, and in the arena, strength spoke more clearly than words.

"I will begin," she said softly.

The next instant, her fingers moved.

The seven wind swords shot forward at the same time.

They did not rush toward Max in a simple straight line. Instead, they spread apart in seven different directions, slicing through the air with terrifying speed as they surrounded him from above, below, left, right, front, and behind.

Their movements were elegant, but the killing power contained within them was horrifying. Wherever the swords passed, the arena floor split apart silently, and the faint gray-green death aura trailing behind them caused the broken stones to lose their luster as if their vitality had been drained away.

In just a single breath, the seven swords sealed every direction around Max.

The elven woman's eyes sharpened.

She had no intention of holding back too much, because her prince had ordered her to push Max into revealing some of his strength, and from what she had seen so far, ordinary attacks would never be enough to force him to take things seriously. If she wanted to test him, she had to attack with enough power to make even this arrogant human respond.

The seven wind swords descended.

Their sharpness screamed through the arena.

Their Death Wind concept spread like a silent curse.

And Max, who stood at the center of it all, slowly raised his eyes as the terrifying attack closed in around him.