Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1274  Coordinated Attacks!

The seven squad leaders exchanged looks with each other. The silence between them lasted only a heartbeat, but in that short span they conveyed every unspoken thought. Their pride demanded they fight. Their instincts warned them of the vast gap they were about to confront.

Their competitive spirits pushed them forward regardless. They nodded almost simultaneously. The decision was made. This time, they would not hold anything back.

Victor moved first. His Azure Dragon Bloodline awakened completely as azure streams of energy rose around him like coiling serpents. His muscles expanded, and his fists tightened as he drew upon every ounce of physical might his body could produce.

A phantom dragon appeared behind him, its maw open in a silent roar, lending Victor a crushing pressure that made the air tremble. His fighting spirit surged, burning bright and fierce.

Michael stood beside him and lifted his spear. Lightning erupted from the weapon in thick, blinding arcs that branched through the sky like cracks in reality. His entire body became wrapped in a storm of electricity, and with a sharp thrust he summoned a tremendous bolt that combined precision and destructive force. The spear shone like a pillar of thunder waiting to pierce the heavens.

Seraphina rose higher into the sky, her golden flames spiraling around her and condensing into a radiant sphere that lit the entire battlefield. Her aura grew so intense that the world beneath her shimmered, as though she were calling down the sun itself. She formed the sphere into a blazing arrow of pure golden fire and aimed it straight at Max.

Danielʼs black flames coiled around him before stretching outward like the wings of a colossal beast. The dark fire consumed the surrounding air, swallowing every trace of light and transforming the sky behind him into a pitch-black canvas. He raised both arms and summoned a torrent of flames that twisted together into a monstrous serpentine blaze that hissed with destructive hunger.

Chris and Christine unlocked their twin inheritance at the same moment. Icy mist swirled around Chris while scorching heat enveloped Christine. Their auras mixed and swirled until the two opposing forces blended into a single, perfectly synchronized cyclone.

Their combined power formed a colossal orb made of ice and fire fused so flawlessly that the boundary between them could no longer be distinguished. Their hands rose together, and the orb compressed until its surface cracked with overwhelming power.

Arthur stood at the center of the formation and closed his eyes. His sword aura expanded outward like rippling water. Countless swords manifested around him, created from the deepest depths of his comprehension. Small blades hovered near his shoulders while colossal swords towered above him. They all pointed toward Max as Arthur directed every sword to converge into a single unified strike.

The sky shifted. The ground vibrated. The air thickened under the weight of combined might. Their seven auras surged together like waves crashing against a cliff, merging into a single overwhelming tide. When they launched their attacks, the sky erupted with light and power.

Victorʼs dragon-fist tore forward with crushing authority. Michaelʼs lightning bolt shot beside it like a spear of judgment. Seraphinaʼs golden arrow streaked across the sky like a burning meteor. Danielʼs dark flame serpent twisted around them in a spiral of shadow.

Chris and Christineʼs fused orb of ice and fire hurtled forward as a roaring sphere of destruction. Arthurʼs swords converged in a storm of shimmering light that blotted out the horizon.

The seven strongest geniuses unleashed everything they possessed. Their determination, pride, and power merged into a single wave that descended upon Max.

Max, however, did not flinch. His expression remained calm as he lifted his sword into a simple, natural posture. The blade barely glowed. It did not radiate heat or release killing intent. Instead it shimmered with a quiet, muted brilliance that almost felt gentle. Then he moved.

The sword traced a single arc.

The moment the arc appeared, the world shifted. The overwhelming attacks that filled the sky froze, as though time itself had been halted.

Victorʼs dragon-fist shattered silently, its azure light dissolving into thin mist. Michaelʼs lightning bolt broke apart into tiny sparks that drifted weightlessly. Seraphinaʼs golden arrow crumbled into a rain of harmless golden dust.

Danielʼs dark serpent lost its form and faded like smoke blown away by wind. Chris and Christineʼs fused orb cracked once before collapsing into a cloud of ice crystals and warm steam. Arthurʼs storm of swords disintegrated into strands of gentle silver light that scattered into the air.

The sky turned quiet.

The battlefield turned still.

The seven squad leaders stared at the scene before them without a single word. The coordinated attack they had believed would shake the heavens had been erased by one sword arc. There had been no explosion, no violent clash, no sound of impact. Maxʼs sword had not pushed their attacks aside or countered them. It had simply destroyed them.

Their strongest moves had been dismissed as though they had never existed.

Every one of them stood suspended in the air, speechless and stunned, with their hearts sinking as the truth settled in. Max was on a completely different level than them. It was truly a joke to think that they could make Max suffer with their combined attack.

”What are you all staring at? Attack!” Maxʼs voice thundered across the sky with startling force, breaking the silence that had swallowed the battlefield after his single sword arc dismantled their combined attack. His eyes narrowed when none of them moved. ”If you refuse, then I will attack instead.”

His figure blurred the moment he finished speaking, and the air cracked from the speed of his acceleration. In a single blink he appeared near Arthur, closing the distance with a presence so sharp that Arthurʼs instincts screamed for him to move.

Arthur barely had time to register Maxʼs sudden arrival before the sword was already descending toward him.

”Damn!” he shouted in shock as he scrambled to gather his aura. The panic in his voice was overshadowed by sheer reflex. He summoned a sword in his hand with desperate speed, pouring as much strength as he could into reinforcing it. The moment the blade took shape, he swung it upward to block Maxʼs strike.

The two swords met with a blast of force that sent a gust of wind tearing outward. Arthurʼs blade shattered instantly, not splintering into fragments but dissolving entirely, as though the pressure behind Maxʼs sword had crushed it at the level of aura itself.

Arthurʼs body was thrown backward by the overwhelming force, and he flipped through the air before stabilizing himself far from where he had been. His hands trembled slightly as he rebalanced his stance.