Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max smirked, his eyes unwavering. ”So what if I did? So what if I didn’t?”

Arnold’s eyes gleamed with certainty as his smile turned sharp. ”It seems you did obtain the Fish Dragon Grass. Very good. Then I’ll kill you here and take it for myself.”

”Just you?” Max smiled coldly, pretending to be disdainful. His tone sharpened as he spoke, every word like a blade. ”Arnold, do you know what I decided before entering this secret domain? I swore to kill every single member of the Thunder Monarch Hall who came for my life—and you’re no exception.”

Unexpectedly, Arnold laughed. It wasn’t forced or angry—it was calm and confident, the laugh of someone who believed victory was already in their hands. ”Max, I already expected you would say something like that,” he said slowly, his voice dripping with smugness. ”Which is why I already notified the brothers nearby before coming here. Let’s see where you can run this time.”

”Then I will kill you before they come,” Max said coldly, his eyes flashing like sharpened blades.

Arnold raised an eyebrow at the sudden boldness, slightly surprised that Max dared to provoke him even when reinforcements were on the way. But Max didn’t give him a chance to respond. His figure blurred, Dragon Scales Transformation activating instantly, black glowing scales appearing across his body like armor forged by ancient dragons.

His aura surged explosively, raw power flooding the air as he unleashed the full might of his 700 Draconic Essences. The ground beneath him cracked and the air distorted as he charged forward, his fist clenched tightly, striking with devastating force aimed straight at Arnold’s chest.

The void itself seemed to groan from the sheer pressure of that punch, and Arnold’s expression changed for the first time since he arrived. He had assumed Max was strong, but this level of power—just from advancing two small levels—was beyond what he had expected.

At the entrance of the secret domain, Arnold had been absolutely confident that he could kill Max in one strike if needed, but now, that confidence faltered.

Still, Arnold was a genius, not one who wavered easily. His mind was sharp and unyielding, his resolve forged by years of battles. Even knowing that Max’s strength had skyrocketed, he refused to retreat.

He roared sharply, his red-gold square halberd shimmering with dazzling golden lightning as it fell in a powerful arc. The halberd’s blade whistled through the air like a storm, unleashing a stream of golden light shaped like a roaring lightning dragon, rushing headlong toward Max’s incoming punch.

”Bang!”

Max’s fist connected with the lightning dragon, detonating a shockwave so violent it sounded like two mountains colliding. The ground around them caved in from the impact, creating a crater as the majestic white glow of Max’s punch intertwined with the cascading golden light of Arnold’s attack.

The collision sent arcs of uncontrolled lightning streaking across the battlefield, setting the grass and trees nearby ablaze before instantly reducing them to ash.

Arnold’s eyes sharpened. He didn’t hesitate, immediately throwing his red-gold square halberd upward, his hands forming intricate seals. ”Eight Desolate Buddha Technique!” he shouted.

In that instant, the atmosphere changed. A suffocating, ancient aura erupted from Arnold’s body, swirling like the awakening of a forgotten beast. It was violent and primal, yet solemn and commanding, carrying with it the echo of a world long past.

Behind him, an ancient shadow manifested—a towering Buddha-like figure holding a colossal pagoda, its surface cracked and aged as if it had weathered countless eons. With a roar like collapsing mountains, the image plunged downward, smashing toward Max with the force of a falling world.

Max, however, remained calm, his face unshaken. He gripped his sword tightly, flames igniting along the blade, swirling like a crimson storm. With a deep breath, he unleashed his power, channeling both his level 2 sword concept and level 2 flame concept at once. His voice rang out like a battle bell.

”Crimson Burial Sword Art!”

His sword slashed out in a frenzy, not once, but thirteen times in quick succession. Each strike was stronger and more refined than the last, the energy compounding like waves building into a tsunami. Each blade of energy was three hundred feet long, forming pillars of flaming sword intent that shot up into the heavens, piercing the clouds.

The thirteen flaming arcs surged upward as one, their combined power forming an unstoppable storm that collided with the descending pagoda.

”Boom!”

The impact shook the sky itself. A deafening rumble spread across the battlefield as flames and golden energy exploded violently, forming a hurricane-like vortex of power.

The illusionary pagoda cracked, groaning under the pressure, while shockwaves radiated outward, toppling distant trees and kicking up massive waves on the already disturbed Mirror Moon Lake.

At the same time, Max’s body shot forward like a streak of pure sword energy, every muscle and movement honed to deadly precision. He moved with unstoppable force, his speed so fast that his figure blurred, becoming a streak of sharp light tearing through the void.

The momentum he carried with him was overwhelming, like a divine sword descending from the heavens, locking onto Arnold with undeniable killing intent.

”Furious Lotus!” Arnold roared in response, his voice echoing like thunder. Instantly, lightning erupted around him, exploding from both above his head and beneath his feet. Large arcs of golden lightning coiled around his body, snapping and crackling with destructive power.

In that instant, Arnold appeared like the embodiment of a lightning god—majestic, fierce, and untouchable. His aura swelled violently, and a vast amount of lightning energy flooded the battlefield, turning the air into a humming storm of raw destructive power.

Arnold’s eyes glimmered with electric light as he clapped his hands together. With practiced ease, he formed a series of complex lightning seals, each one sparking with dazzling arcs of energy. These seals shot outward, and under his precise control, they fused together in mid-air, forming the image of a glowing lotus made entirely of lightning.

At first, it was small, no bigger than a palm, but as Arnold poured more lightning spirit power into it, the lotus pulsed and grew rapidly, expanding until it loomed as large as a house, spinning like a living thunderstorm.

”Go!” Arnold bellowed, pointing his finger forward. The giant lightning lotus rotated violently, its petals releasing arcs of destructive energy as it surged toward Max like a vortex of pure annihilation.

The force behind it twisted the air and shook the earth, tearing apart the ground beneath it and making the sky ripple with golden light.