Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1727: 8 Million Killing Points!

Max stood alone in the center of the destroyed arena.

His black dragon scales gleamed.

His right fist slowly lowered.

The remnants of star radiance faded around his hand, while the monstrous power of five thousand Draconic Essences still raged inside his body like dragons unwilling to return to sleep.

Outside the arena, no one spoke.

The demons stared blankly at the place where Karo had vanished, their faces pale and frozen with disbelief.

The humans looked at Max as if they were seeing a legend being born before their eyes.

The elves remained silent, but their gazes had changed completely.

Among them, the golden-haired elven prince’s expression was no longer calm. His emerald eyes were fixed on Max, and the familiar feeling in his heart had now turned into something close to certainty, though that certainty also brought a trace of deep unease.

Nick swallowed with difficulty.

He had believed Max was strong.

But this was no longer simply strong.

Max had destroyed Karo’s strongest attack, shattered his Pseudo Cosmic Path, and killed him in one punch.

Inside the arena, Max raised his hand, and the countless Killing Points left behind by Karo surged toward him like a crimson tide.

He absorbed them all without hesitation.

Then he looked at the empty space where Karo had stood and smiled faintly.

“You wanted my one million Killing Points,” Max said softly. “In the end, you only delivered yours.”

The moment Karo’s body was obliterated, the entire ruined arena was drowned in crimson light.

It was not like the previous opponents.

When the other demons and the elven woman had died, their Killing Points had scattered like bright streams or small storms of blood-red sparks, but the amount released from Karo was on an entirely different level.

The crimson radiance that burst out from where his body had vanished spread across the arena like a sea of blood-colored stars, filling the shattered battlefield with so much light that even the black dragon scales covering Max’s body were dyed in a deep red glow.

Countless streams of Killing Points floated in the air, dense, dazzling, and overwhelming, and for a moment, the entire Combat Hall felt as if it had fallen beneath a crimson sky.

The display above the arena flickered violently.

Then Karo’s total appeared for everyone to see.

[Defeated Participant: Karo]

[Killing Points: 6,000,000]

The moment that number appeared, the Combat Hall fell into a silence so deep that even breathing seemed to stop.

Six million Killing Points.

Karo had possessed six million Killing Points.

That amount was enough to make countless participants risk their lives, enough to make demons betray one another, enough to make humans and elves feel their hearts tremble with greed and fear at the same time.

It was not the kind of number an ordinary participant could gather through a few lucky battles. It represented slaughter, domination, and the defeat of many powerful opponents before he had ever stepped into Arena Seven.

Yet now, all of it belonged to Max.

The trial’s rules activated instantly.

The crimson sea of Killing Points surged toward Max from every direction, rushing into his body like countless rivers returning to an endless ocean. One stream after another poured into him, wrapping around his dragon-scaled figure before disappearing into his body, and with every passing breath, the number beside his name began rising at a terrifying speed.

The Combat Hall’s display flashed again and again, unable to hide the absurd increase as Karo’s six million points were absorbed completely.

[Participant: Max]

[Consecutive Victories: 10]

[Previous Killing Points: 1,000,000]

[Absorbed Killing Points: 6,000,000]

[Current Killing Points: 7,000,000]

[Participant Max Morgan is awarded 1,000,000 KP for completing the Ten Consecutive Victory Trial.]

[Current Killing Points: 8,000,000]

The moment the final number appeared, a heavy pressure seemed to descend upon everyone present.

Eight million Killing Points.

Max had entered the tenth battle with one million Killing Points, and after killing Karo, that number had skyrocketed to eight million in an instant. The total was so outrageous that many participants could only stare at the display with blank expressions, unable to process what they were seeing.

A human who had just completed the ten consecutive victory trial had not only survived Karo’s Pseudo Cosmic Path, but had crushed it, killed him, and taken all six million Killing Points he had accumulated.

The demons looked as if their souls had been struck.

Some stared at the empty place where Karo had vanished, their faces pale with disbelief, while others looked at Max with fear that they could no longer hide. Karo had not been a nameless demon.

He had been someone strong enough to make them confident, someone they believed could end Max’s arrogance, someone who had carried six million Killing Points as proof of his dominance. But now, Karo was gone, and the proof of his strength had become Max’s reward.

The humans, on the other hand, felt their blood burn.

Several of them clenched their fists so hard their knuckles turned white, their eyes fixed on Max as if they were witnessing something that would be spoken of long after this trial ended. Nine victories had already made him terrifying. Killing Karo made him monstrous.

But reaching eight million Killing Points after completing the tenth battle made him something else entirely.

A calamity.

A legend.

A human genius who had stepped over demons and elves alike in front of the entire Combat Hall.

Among the elves, the golden-haired elven prince stared at the number above Max with narrowed eyes, but this time, even he could not maintain his earlier calm completely. eight million Killing Points was not the only thing that mattered.

What mattered more was how Max had obtained them. He had destroyed the Abyssal Grave of the Fallen without revealing his own Pseudo Cosmic Path, and he had killed Karo using only his Dragon Scales Transformation, his five-star Star Fist, and the full might of five thousand Draconic Essences.

That meant Max was still hiding something.

The silver-haired elven woman beside the prince also stared at Max in silence, and the memory of being obliterated by his fist returned to her mind with uncomfortable clarity.

She now understood that when Max had fought her, he truly had held back. If he had used the same power against her that he had used against Karo, there would not have even been a clash.

Inside the arena, Max slowly lowered his hand after absorbing the last stream of crimson light.

The monstrous power of five thousand Draconic Essences still raged inside him, but his expression remained calm, almost relaxed, as if killing Karo and gaining six million Killing Points had only been a natural outcome.

The black dragon scales covering his body gleamed under the fading crimson radiance, and the ruined arena beneath his feet looked like it had been crushed by the landing of an ancient beast.

Then a notification appeared before his eyes.

[Ten Consecutive Victory Trial Completed]

[Victories: 10]

[Final Killing Points: 8,000,000]

[Trial Result: Perfect Completion]

Max looked at the notification for a moment.

Then he smiled faintly.

“Eight Million points is nice.”

His voice was not loud, but in the silent Combat Hall, many participants heard it clearly.

The demons felt their faces burn with humiliation.

The humans almost laughed aloud.

Nick stared at Max with wide eyes, then slowly exhaled as if he had only just remembered how to breathe.

“Eight million…” Nick muttered under his breath, his voice filled with disbelief. “He actually reached eight million Killing Points in one trial.”

Max raised his eyes and swept his gaze across the Combat Hall.

This time, no demon dared to mock him.

No elf dared to underestimate him.

No human dared to think his arrogance was empty.

He had stood in Arena Seven, taken ten consecutive battles, killed Karo, shattered a Pseudo Cosmic Path, and walked out with eight million Killing Points.

At that moment, everyone understood one thing.

The name Max had truly entered the sight of every race present in the Combat Tower.

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!