Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Max’s Growing Strength
Max’s gaze swept over the hundreds of figures emerging from the crack in the void.

Dark silhouettes. Unfamiliar faces.

But his eyes locked onto two figures.

Cain.

And Evan.

Evan smirked, his voice laced with mockery. “I hope you’re ready this time,” he said, eyes gleaming with confidence. “Because this time, you have to fight me—even if you’re scared like a little chicken.”

Max simply shrugged.

His body lifted effortlessly into the air, rising to meet Evan face to face.

“I’ll try not to chicken out this time,” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Mockery for mockery.

Evan’s expression darkened. “Then let’s start our battle!”

His aura exploded, bursting into a blinding blaze of energy.

Level 3 Aura.

But it was unfamiliar.

Something Max didn’t recognize.

And that made things interesting.

Max smiled faintly, then turned his gaze to Cain.

“If I defeat him,” he asked lightly, “then you people from the Ascendants wouldn’t bother me anymore, right?”

Cain smirked, his sharp eyes gleaming with amusement. “That is correct. Win, and we will never see each other again.”

Max’s grin widened.

He turned back to Evan.

“Then come,” he said, voice brimming with confidence. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Evan’s cold smile twitched.

He didn’t like this. Not one bit.

The way Max had casually asked Cain that question—

As if beating him was nothing more than a formality.

As if he were just an obstacle to be cleared before moving on.

That—

That he definitely didn’t like.

“As you wish.” Evan sneered. Then, he vanished—like a whisper in the wind.

Max’s Three-Dimensional Body flared to life. His senses stretched, scanning every angle, every shift in the air.

And then—

There.

A flicker. A blur. A shadow moving at such speed that Max could barely perceive more than a single frame of him.

But that single frame was enough.

Without hesitation, he tapped into the power of the 15 Draconic Essences, raw energy surging through his veins like molten fire.

He clenched his fist, letting the energy gather, compress, and coil like a viper ready to strike.

Just as he anticipated—Evan materialized before him.

A storm brewed around his fist, twisting into a violent tornado as he swung, aiming to obliterate everything in his path.

Max grinned.

With all his strength, he launched his own fist forward.

Bang!

The collision erupted like thunder.

A shockwave exploded outward, tearing through the sky, sending ripples of force that bent the very air.

Clouds split apart. The atmosphere quaked.

Both fighters were hurled backward, the sheer impact forcing them to skid through the air before stabilizing.

“You are good but you have to do better than that.” Evan grinned the level 3 aura around him reached peak.

At this moment, Max understood Evan was controlling a level 3 Wind Aura.

That defined his speed from their last round.

“Take this!” Evan roared, his hand slicing downward like a guillotine.

A razor-thin blade of wind tore through the air, nearly invisible—silent death in motion.

But the distortion around it, the warping of space, made its presence known.

Max’s eyes sharpened.

This wasn’t just any attack.

This was lethal.

Without hesitation, he drew his sword. The blade hummed as 20% of his Fusion State aura coursed through it, infusing it with raw, condensed power.

He lifted it high, energy crackling along its edge.

Then—he swung.

“Divergent Slash!”

A streak of multicolored light erupted from his blade, a fusion of elements clashing in perfect harmony. It roared forward, cutting through the air like a comet, meeting the wind blade head-on.

Bang!

The collision detonated mid-air, a chaotic burst of power swallowing the space between them.

Shockwaves rippled outward, shaking the sky.

The force sent small gusts spiraling in every direction, yet—aside from the initial impact—nothing else happened.

“This isn’t over!” Evan shouted, his voice sharp like the wind itself.

A moment later—whoosh!

Hundreds of wind blades erupted from his body, scattering in every direction like a chaotic storm.

They weren’t aimed at Max.

Instead, they drifted wherever the wind carried them, dancing unpredictably in the air.

Max frowned.

What was this? A misfire? A distraction?

Then—

His Three-Dimensional Body screamed in alarm.

Every single wind blade suddenly curved, as if guided by an unseen force.

The randomness vanished.

In an instant, they all twisted midair—racing straight toward him.

Max’s pupils shrank.

A trap.

In mere seconds, he was encircled.

Hundreds of wind blades spiraled toward him like homing projectiles, slicing through space with eerie precision.

No time to hesitate.

Max raised his sword high. Magic Sword Barrage.

Swish!

A hundred glowing blue swords materialized before him, shimmering with raw magical energy. They hovered for a fraction of a second, awaiting his command.

Max grinned. “Shatter them all.”

Like an orchestrated tempest, they surged forward, cutting through the sky in flawless synchronization.

The moment they met the storm of wind blades, chaos erupted.

Crack! Shatter! Whoosh!

Blades of wind and swords of energy clashed in midair.

Every impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, scattering remnants of wind and light.

One by one, the glowing swords carved through their targets, tearing them apart as if the wind itself was brittle glass.

The sky flickered—bright blue flashes against invisible, razor-sharp currents.

It was a dance of destruction, but the outcome was clear.

The wind blades never stood a chance against his blue glowing sword that contain 20% of Fusion State aura.

Each glowing sword cut through effortlessly, erasing the storm until nothing remained but faint wisps of dissipating energy. Silence followed.

Max glanced at Evan, eyes sharp with challenge.

“Use your full strength,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “That is… you can even go Null.”

Blatant mockery.

Evan’s expression darkened. A frown creased his face as he studied Max carefully.

Something felt off.

The Max he had seen in the temple battles—he was strong, yes, but this Max felt different.

Stronger.

It wasn’t just Evan who sensed it.

The spectators, the leaders—everyone watching could feel the shift.

Before, Max had struggled against peak Adept Rank geniuses, forced to go all out in every clash.

But now—

Now he stood calm.

Like a vast, unfathomable ocean.

Evan attacked.

Yet every strike, every surge of power—

Countered effortlessly.

Turned into nothingness.

“He has indeed grown stronger after his battles in the temple,” Ralph said, a small smile playing on his lips.

“He has,” Aurelia agreed, nodding. “I believe the key lies in experience. In the temple, when he first fought the other geniuses, he lacked the refinement that comes from facing opponents at his level.”

She smiled and continued. “Before that, he only fought regularly in Battle Realms, using it to gain general experience. But in the temple, he sharpened those experiences—honed them to an entirely new level.”

She paused, golden eyes gleaming.

“And now, he stands at a peak where no other genius of his generation can reach.”

“But that’s not all,” Kate interjected, frowning. “I think he’s grown significantly stronger since the temple. Even though his level remains at Level 7, his strength has almost doubled since then.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“And I have a theory as to why.”

Silence fell as everyone turned toward her.

“It’s his aura,” Kate continued, voice firm. “He’s been using a strange aura this entire time. I noticed it in the temple, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. It was there, yet… I couldn’t sense it directly.”

She took a deep breath.

“But after watching his battles against the geniuses from the Lost Continent and his fight against Devin, I’m sure of it now—the aura he uses is composed of more than one aura.”

A heavy silence followed.

Norton’s eyes widened. “How is that even possible?”

Everyone else looked equally stunned.

An aura that contained multiple auras?

That was unheard of.