Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1122  Maxʼs Full Pressure!

Grover and Tanya were locked in a relentless battle, their attacks colliding with enough force to shake the entire chamber. Neither of them held back. Every move was sharp, every strike was intended to kill.

Waves of energy exploded through the air, scattering dust and fragments of stone across the ground. Their figures blurred in motion, flashing from one end of the chamber to the other, each unleashing techniques that made the walls rumble and crack.

Max entered quietly, his boots pressing against the ground without making a sound. Blue lightning flickered faintly around his body, but neither of the two combatants seemed to notice him. They were far too engrossed in their own clash, consumed by the single-minded desire to overpower the other. Their focus on each other was absolute, leaving no attention for anything else in the world.

ʼThey didnʼt even react,ʼ Max thought, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly. His Three Dimensional Body spread outward, scanning every inch of the vast space. He wasnʼt going to waste time watching their fight without understanding what was happening. His perception stretched through the chamber like invisible waves, mapping the entire area in his mind with precision.

It didnʼt take him long to find what he was looking for. Near the center of the battlefield, there was a deep crater in the ground. It was circular, smooth along the edges, and the faint shimmer of golden residue clung to the surface. Maxʼs gaze lingered on it for a few seconds before he exhaled softly.

ʼSo this was where the Holy Nectar was stored,ʼ he thought. ʼThe pondʼs shape and residue are unmistakable. Someone already took it.ʼ

He crouched slightly, his eyes narrowing further as his perception analyzed the craterʼs depth and the traces of energy lingering within it. The golden aura that once radiated from the pond was almost gone, leaving behind only faint traces of warmth that still hummed weakly in the air.

ʼJudging by the size of the pond,ʼ Max mused silently, ʼthe amount of Holy Nectar that was here could have easily filled up five levels of the dwarvesʼ bottle. Enough to secure victory for whoever took it first.ʼ

His eyes shifted to the battle once more, landing on Grover and Tanya. The ground beneath them cracked and caved in under the force of their blows. Golden and crimson lights intertwined as their techniques clashed, creating shockwaves that rippled outward like waves crashing against rock.

ʼSo thatʼs the reason for their fight,ʼ Max thought. ʼOne of them must have taken the Holy Nectar. Judging by how violently theyʼre going at it, the other one probably found out and is trying to steal it back.ʼ

The air in the chamber shimmered from their combined energy. The temperature fluctuated wildly as Tanyaʼs fiery aura clashed with Groverʼs earthen strength. Both of them carried the aura of geniuses who had stood at the peak for too long to tolerate defeat.

Maxʼs expression remained calm. He watched them closely, analyzing every exchange, every reaction. His Three Dimensional Body traced the faint movement of energy through their bottles tied to their waists. His suspicion was soon confirmed. One of those bottles pulsed faintly with golden light—the unmistakable radiance of the Holy Nectar.

The bottles given by the giant dwarves were very special. They couldnʼt be stored in ordinary space rings making it impossible for geniuses to hide it away in their storage rings.

Only someone like Max who has a special dimensional space all to himself can hide the bottle away.

ʼSo, Tanya has it,ʼ he thought. His gaze lingered on her figure as she leapt backward, hurling a burning spear of energy toward Grover, who blocked it with a defensive wall of condensed mana. Sparks erupted in every direction as the two collided once again.

Maxʼs lightning flickered faintly, his body vibrating slightly as he began to gather energy. His lips curved faintly into a calm, confident smile.

ʼLooks like Iʼll have to intervene if I want the Holy Nectar for myself,ʼ he thought. He stood silently at the edge of the chamber, watching the battle continue.

Maxʼs gaze sharpened as the two geniuses struck again and again, the impact sending a burst of wind through the chamber.

ʼThey seem to be ignoring me,ʼ Max thought with mild amusement. His lips curved slightly as he observed the two geniuses before him. They hadnʼt even spared him a glance since he entered the chamber.

He could read their thoughts as clearly as if they had spoken them aloud. To them, he was beneath notice—just another participant, a mere 6th level Legend Rank genius, unworthy of their concern. The golden crown hovering above his head shone brightly, yet it failed to command their respect. Both Grover and Tanya carried the same crown, and in their eyes, they stood on equal footing with him, perhaps even above him.

That arrogance brought a quiet laugh to Maxʼs mind. They were making the same mistake so many had made before them—judging him by rank alone.

”In that case…” Max murmured softly, his voice low but filled with quiet resolve.

In the next heartbeat, he released his full aura.

A violent wave of energy surged from his body, filling the entire secret chamber. The air itself trembled as an invisible pressure descended upon the space, shaking the walls and sending cracks crawling across the floor. The faint golden mist that lingered in the chamber scattered instantly under the sheer weight of his power.

The aura wasnʼt from one source—it was from many. The four concepts he had mastered roared to life together, intertwining in perfect harmony. Lightning, flame, space, and sword intent burst forth, their combined energy radiating in a blinding display.

And at the core of it all was something darker, heavier, and far more suffocating. Infernal energy—pure, corrupted power that seemed to devour everything it touched.

The instant Maxʼs infernal energy joined the mix, the atmosphere twisted violently. The ground turned brittle under the pressure, the space around him warped faintly, and the sound of crackling lightning echoed in every direction.

Grover and Tanya froze mid-battle.

Both of them had sensed power before. They had fought against beasts, clashed with rival geniuses, and even faced life-threatening challenges in their cultivation journeys. Yet what they were feeling now was nothing like any of that.

Their instincts screamed danger.

Their bodies moved before their minds even processed the situation, turning toward Max almost in unison. Their battle ended instantly, forgotten in the face of the suffocating presence that filled the chamber.