Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 279

Chapter 279: Slaps
Each weapon was ready to move.

Luna, Frevo, Marcus, and Drake… hesitated.

For the first time, true calculation appeared in their eyes.

It wasn’t fear.

No.

It was consideration.

They weren’t afraid of losing—they were thinking about the cost.

Handling this many weapons at once would require them to go all out.

That meant—

Bringing out their strongest techniques.

Using energy reserves they weren’t willing to waste on a minor scuffle.

Most importantly.

If they fought here and now, it wouldn’t just be a battle between a few geniuses.

It would be a war between powerhouses.

Battle between Seeker Rank experts.

And that could definitely alarm the seniors in the palace which they didn’t want to.

The tension stretched.

The entire garden held its breath.

Would the South Region’s strongest risk everything to push forward?

Or would they stand down?

The balance of power teetered on the edge of a blade.

Frevo’s eyes darkened as he stared at Max, his pride clearly bruised but his instincts forcing him to hold back.

For now.

“You just wait.”

His words carried the weight of a silent promise, his snort filled with resentment and warning.

Then—one by one—

Frevo, Luna, Marcus, and Drake took a step back.

Not because they were afraid—

But because they weren’t reckless.

They knew when to withdraw and when to strike again later.

Crown Prince Aelric, still standing firm in the center of it all, kept his golden weapons floating in place, not dismissing them just yet.

His sharp gaze flickered toward Max, assessing, waiting.

“And what about you?”

His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.

The South had backed down, for now—

But the masked figure was still an unpredictable factor.

And that’s when—

Max turned toward him, the blue mask reflecting the golden glow of the weapons above.

“Yeah, about that…”

His voice was casual, almost playful—

And then—

He vanished.

Faster than anyone could process.

One moment, he was standing calmly in place—

The next, he was high in the sky—

Above Arthur.

Bypassing every single one of Aelric’s floating weapons as if they weren’t even there.

Arthur’s eyes widened—

But there was no time to react.

No time to register the attack.

A fist.

Coated in the force of 30 Draconic Scales.

BANG!

The impact was instantaneous.

Arthur’s body was sent flying downward, cutting through the sky like a meteor crashing toward the earth.

The wind howled violently, trees and nearby structures shuddering under the sheer force of the descent.

Then—

BOOM!

His figure slammed into the garden below, sending shockwaves rippling outward.

The ground split apart, stone tiles cracking as a deep crater formed beneath him.

Dust and debris shot into the air, swirling chaotically before finally settling.

A silence fell over the crowd.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Because in just one hit—

Arthur, a top genius of the South Region, had been obliterated into the ground.

Just as the garden trembled from Arthur’s impact, just as the world stood in stunned silence—

The sky moved.

A golden storm of weapons, thousands of swords, spears, halberds, and arrows—all surged forward at once.

Aelric had finally acted.

The golden weapons that had once loomed like a silent warning now descended like a divine judgment, aiming to consume Max entirely.

The air shook with their combined force, the sheer volume of their presence blinding to those below.

And yet—

As the blades rushed toward him, threatening to tear him apart—

Max did not run.

He did not retreat.

He charged straight toward them.

The moment was so absurd, so utterly reckless, that the entire crowd froze.

And then—

Something impossible happened.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The first wave of weapons collided with Max’s body.

And—

They bounced off.

Like they had just struck an indestructible wall.

Like they had just hit something beyond mortal comprehension.

One by one, swords, spears, halberds—all repelled violently backward, their momentum completely nullified upon impact.

The sound of metal crashing against an immovable force reverberated through the garden, echoing like a deafening symphony of destruction.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Each impact rang louder, sharper, until it became undeniable—

Nothing was piercing his skin.

Gasps rippled through the onlookers.

“What… What just happened?!”

“Those were Aelric’s divine weapons! They didn’t even scratch him!”

“I-It’s like his body is harder than steel!”

“No… no, it’s something even greater!”

Even Aelric’s expression tightened, his usually composed demeanor wavering for the first time.

He had felt it—

The moment his weapons struck Max’s body, he knew.

It wasn’t just defense.

It wasn’t just resistance.

It was absolute rejection.

His weapons hadn’t even been able to embed themselves, much less cut through.

And then—

Before the shock could settle—

Max moved again.

Max flashed forward, his speed like a lightning bolt cutting through the air.

His figure became a blur, passing through the failed onslaught of weapons like they didn’t even exist.

And when he stopped—

He was standing right before two people.

Tom and Nathan.

Their eyes widened, their breath hitched—

And before they could react—

Max raised his hand.

“You two ants are also getting smacked.”

His arm snapped forward.

SLAP!

His hand met Tom’s face.

A moment later—

SLAP!

Nathan suffered the same fate.

And then—

Both their figures were sent flying, tumbling helplessly through the air before crashing to the ground, completely disoriented.

Gasps of pure disbelief erupted among the watching crowd.

Another two geniuses of South Region… reduced to nothing but toys in the masked figure’s hands.

But even as they crashed, even as their bodies skidded across the ground, the weapons in the sky rushed again, determined to strike down Max once more.

And yet—

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Again, the weapons bounced off.

Again, they failed to even dent his skin.

Crown Prince Aelric’s expression darkened, his patience all but exhausted.

Everything—everything—had spiraled beyond control.

Arthur had been humiliated.

Tom and Nathan had been slapped into the ground like mere children.

The golden storm of weapons had failed.

And this masked figure?

He wasn’t just winning.

He was toying with them.

Aelric exhaled sharply, his gaze shifting to a particular figure.

“Restrict his movement.”

And the person he called upon?

Amelia.

Amelia nodded, her eyes gleaming as she prepared to bend the space around Max, intending to trap him in her space elemental skills.

But then—

She froze.

Not by choice.

Not by any technique she had encountered before.

She simply… could not move.

Her body remained rigid, her breath caught in her throat, her mind screaming at her to act—

But nothing obeyed her will.

And then—

The masked figure turned his head slightly.

The moment his masked gaze fell upon her, a deep, unshakable terror filled her.

Not because of killing intent.

Not because of pure power.

But because she realized—

She had intended to use something like what Max used to restrict his movements.

Yet now—

She was the one who had been restricted.

The irony was devastating.

But before Amelia could even process it, the masked figure’s attention shifted elsewhere.

And that’s when—

Everything turned cold.

A bone-chilling frost surged forward, wrapping around Max’s body faster than he could react.

Before he could even move—

His entire form froze solid.

A perfect ice statue, his body completely encased, his features locked in place.

The surrounding temperature plummeted in an instant, frost creeping across the ground as cold air spread outward.

A few gasps echoed through the garden.

Had he been—

“—No.”

Before the thought could even settle—

CRACK.

A sharp sound—like glass fracturing—

And then—

BOOM!

The ice statue shattered into nothing.

Fragments of frost scattered in the air, glowing under the lights of the Sun Palace before dissolving completely.

And standing there—

Unharmed.

Was Max.

The same as before.

As if he had never been trapped at all.

Just then—

Another wave of frost came.