Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 921: A small show of strength

Max let out a faint sigh, his mind flashing back to that moment he had pulled her from danger, only to have her send people to trouble him in return. It was almost laughable.

But before he could speak further, the yellow-shirted young man snapped, his face twisting with fury. ”How dare you! Do you think you can call Miss Luna by her name like that?” His voice was sharp, carrying a hint of murderous intent.

”Why not?” Max shot back coldly, his patience wearing thin. ”I saved her life. If she doesn’t feel grateful, fine. But to turn around and repay kindness with hatred, to send people just to deal with me? That’s nothing short of ridiculous!” His voice rose slightly, his anger evident now, the sharpness of his words like his sword—a direct strike meant to cut through any pretense.

Seeing him complain in such a tone, the young man in the yellow robe froze for a brief moment, as if stunned that Max dared to speak so boldly. Then his expression hardened into one of cold arrogance.

”Shut up!” he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the air. ”Miss Luna is already at the fifth level of Legend Rank, far beyond your reach. And you? You’re just a peak Master Rank trash. Yet you dare to spew nonsense, twisting the truth and insulting Miss Luna’s reputation. That’s simply unforgivable.”

Without another word, the young man raised his hand and struck forward with an open palm. Golden light burst forth instantly, condensing into a radiant golden palm print the size of a small house. It descended from the air with a deep, resonant boom, its pressure sweeping across the area like a crushing tidal wave.

”Brother Max, be careful!” Blake and his companions cried out in panic from behind. They immediately tried to rush forward to help, but several members of the Martial Alliance stepped in, effortlessly pinning them down with their superior strength.

The pressure from those guards alone was enough to leave Blake and the others trembling in place, unable to even take another step forward.

”Get out of here!” Max shouted back at them, his voice echoing like a thunderclap. He swung the Blue Dragon Sword with one decisive motion, and thirteen streams of sword energy erupted from the blade like serpentine dragons taking flight.

They roared forward, intertwining in midair before smashing directly into the descending golden palm. With a deafening explosion, the radiant palm print was torn apart, shattered into countless glimmering fragments.

Max didn’t stop there. With another swift movement, he slashed horizontally, sending a single, powerful strike at the young man in yellow, its blade aura howling as it cut through the space between them.

The young man in yellow blinked, momentarily startled by Max’s sudden display of strength. But then, his lips curled into a cold smile. ”It seems you do have some tricks up your sleeve,” he said. With a flick of his wrist, golden light surged from his body, and a golden saber manifested in his palm, gleaming with a divine metallic luster. He swung it sharply, meeting Max’s strike head-on.

Clang!

A sharp metallic echo rang out, reverberating across the area as saber and sword collided. A shockwave erupted outward, causing loose stones and dust to rise from the ground. The sword energy spiraled into the air, clashing with the saber energy and scattering into countless dazzling sparks.

For a moment, the entire area within a hundred feet was filled with interwoven blades of energy, creating a chaotic storm of sharpness that crackled like lightning in a storm cloud.

Max’s pupils shrank slightly in surprise. ”A saber class user?” he muttered, realizing his opponent’s skill was no mere coincidence.

The young man smirked coldly. ”Max, let’s find out which is superior—your sword or my blade.” His aura erupted violently, golden light wrapping around him like a living flame as he lunged forward, brandishing his saber in a blur.

Horizontal cuts, vertical chops, and spinning sweeps descended one after another, forming towering pillars of golden blade energy. They were all basic moves.

Both of them were using only basic moves to fight each other. Max didn’t want to antagonize the Obsidian Order while young man from the Obsidian Order only wanted to test Max’s strength.

But as time passed after each clash, it became highly observable as to who had the upper hand.

The young man’s saber strikes were strong and sharp. Each strike crashed down with the weight of a mountain, hammering against Max’s defense and forcing the Blue Dragon Sword to clash violently again and again.

For a moment, Max found himself pushed back, step by step, his blade ringing continuously under the relentless assault. The air trembled with each impact, shockwaves rippling outward and shaking the trees, stones, and even the ground beneath their feet.

The young man’s eyes were filled with disdain as he pressed the attack. ”Is this the reason you’re so arrogant? This strength... it’s nothing special!” he mocked, his voice sharp and scornful. Then, pouring even more power into his saber, he unleashed a particularly vicious strike that slammed against Max’s guard, forcing him back several paces in rapid succession.

Blake and the other two watched in horror as their friend was pushed to the edge. ”Max, leave quickly!” they shouted, their faces pale and desperate.

But Max only laughed, his grip tightening around the Blue Dragon Sword. ”Don’t worry,” he said, grinning even as the golden saber bore down on him again. ”He can’t hurt me.”

”Arrogant.” The young man in yellow seethed, his face dark with fury as he prepared to lunge forward. But before he could take even a step, a sharp and piercing sound filled the air—swords whistling, their song echoing from every direction like an unending storm.

His eyes darted around in alarm as countless sword shadows materialized out of thin air, dense and towering, descending upon him like an unstoppable tide. Each shadow carried killing intent so sharp it seemed to slice through the air itself.

His expression twisted in disbelief. ”Level two sword concept?” The words left his mouth in shock, almost as if he couldn’t believe what his own senses were telling him.