Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 280

Chapter 280: Overwhelming Power
A second, stronger blast of icy energy, aimed directly at Max, carrying the full force of its user’s power.

But this time—

Max didn’t wait.

His right fist clenched, raw power surging through his arm as 30 Draconic Scales activated at once.

Then—

He punched.

BANG!

A devastating storm of wind erupted from the sheer impact of his strike.

The incoming frost was obliterated instantly, the force behind his punch sending it scattering into the air, its power rendered meaningless.

The shockwave rippled outward, sending loose debris flying and forcing weaker cultivators to shield their faces from the aftershock.

And as the dust settled—

Max stood untouched, unmoved, an unshakable figure amidst the chaos.

The white dust from his previous clash still lingered in the air, settling over the battlefield that had once been a gathering of the strongest.

And yet—

None of them had managed to harm him.

None of them had even come close.

His gaze shifted toward the group that still stood—the ones who had held themselves back, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Luna, Frevo, Marcus, and Drake.

The top four geniuses of the South Region.

They had watched, they had observed—

And now, they had seen enough.

Max’s voice was calm, deliberate, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper.

Not rage.

Not excitement.

Something far worse.

“And you all…”

He let the words linger, stretching out the tension.

His right hand rose, fingers flexing, his palm open.

“You are just… annoying.”

And then—

He snapped his fingers.

The moment his fingers curled inward, something shifted in the air.

A force unseen, but undeniable.

A silent command that bent the very laws of reality to his will.

He poured every ounce of mana into his Space Freeze skill, not holding back even a single strand of energy.

With it came his mastery of level 3 Space Aura.

And then—

It took hold.

In an instant—

Luna. Frevo. Marcus. Drake.

All froze.

Not from shock.

Not from fear.

But because space itself had caged them.

Their bodies locked in place, suspended mid-motion.

Their auras, their power—rendered completely useless.

They couldn’t move.

They couldn’t speak.

They couldn’t even blink.

Their eyes—the only thing they could control—widened in horror as Max stepped toward them.

A slow, methodical walk.

Like a predator closing in on prey that couldn’t run.

And then, as he reached them, he tilted his head slightly, his masked face unreadable.

His voice, low and mocking—

“Show me your true strength.”

A pause.

Then, a grin beneath the mask.

“Show me what you’ve got?”

But it was useless.

The top four geniuses of the South—the ones who had never known defeat, never been looked down upon—

Were utterly helpless.

The spectators—geniuses, nobles, warriors from across the continent—

Watched in absolute terror.

Because what they were seeing—

Was something impossible.

“H-He stopped them all… just like that?”

“Not just stopped them… they can’t even fight back!”

“Luna… Marcus… they’re at the level 3 of Seeker Rank… and they’re completely powerless?”

“What kind of monster is he?”

For the first time, the crowd wasn’t just curious about Max’s strength.

They were afraid.

Because he wasn’t just stronger than them.

He was beyond them.

He had just rendered the strongest of the South completely useless—

And he hadn’t even thrown a punch.

And that was far more terrifying than anything else.

Crown Prince Aelric’s voice thundered across the garden, his patience shattered like glass.

“What did you do?!”

The sheer frustration in his voice made it clear—he was no longer holding back.

But Max—

He simply turned his head, casting a lazy glance at the Crown Prince, his mask betraying not an ounce of concern.

Then, he sneered.

“Just showing everyone how vulnerable the so-called top geniuses of the South really are.”

His voice was casual, almost bored, but it carried a weight that crushed the pride of those still frozen in place.

“Just showing that they are nothing but ants.”

His words stabbed deep, their arrogance and reputation shattered with every syllable.

The crowd, which had once held these geniuses in high esteem, now looked at them differently.

Not with respect.

Not with admiration.

But with pity.

Then—a shift.

The frozen silence broke as Amelia suddenly moved.

Her fingers twitched.

Her breath shuddered as the invisible shackles around her crumbled into nothing.

She had broken free.

Unlike the others—who remained paralyzed in helplessness—Amelia had overcome it.

She exhaled sharply, sweat forming on her brow as she turned toward Aelric.

Her voice was low but firm, tinged with a hint of disbelief.

“It’s… it’s a very high-rank space elemental skill… at an extremely high level of mastery.”

She turned toward Max, her gaze finally filled with wariness.

Because she knew.

This wasn’t something a normal person could do.

This wasn’t something even the strongest geniuses in the world could pull off so effortlessly.

Max’s masked face turned to her, tilting his head slightly.

Then, he smirked.

“You’re good.”

A pause.

Then, he gestured toward the frozen figures of Luna, Frevo, Marcus, and Drake.

“At least better than these clowns over here.”

A mocking wave of his hand, a gesture dripping with disdain.

Luna, Marcus, Frevo, and Drake… the strongest geniuses of the South Region… were being reduced to jokes.

And they couldn’t do a single thing about it.

The humiliation was unbearable.

“You…”

Crown Prince Aelric’s frown deepened.

He had been watching, analyzing, waiting—

But now—

He had seen enough.

With a sharp breath, he reached into his spatial ring and pulled out a weapon.

A golden sword.

Elegant. Majestic. Ancient.

The handle was carved in the shape of a dragon, its scales shimmering with an aura of raw power.

A weapon fit for royalty.

A weapon fit for a king.

The moment he drew it, the air shifted.

The temperature dropped.

The weight of his presence surged, pressing down on everyone around him.

Even the strongest experts in the crowd could feel it—

The difference between a prince… and a king in the making.

His golden eyes locked onto Max.

And then—

A threat.

“Will you stop… or will I have to make you stop?”

The words weren’t just a warning.

They were a declaration.

Aelric was done talking.

If Max didn’t back down now, this would turn into a battle that could destroy the entire Sun Palace.

Max tilted his head slightly, considering the question.

Then—

He laughed.

Not loudly.

Not dramatically.

But slowly—a chuckle that carried pure amusement.

“Can you stop me?”

His voice was light, mocking, completely unconcerned.

Then, he gestured toward Amelia and Revenna who had already failed once.

“Two of you already tried.”

A pause.

“But I’m still here. Still standing. Still breathing. Still…”

His head tilted slightly.

“Kicking.”

His tone was casual, but the underlying message was clear—

Nothing you’ve done has worked.

Nothing you try will work.

Crown Prince Aelric’s face darkened, his grip tightening around the dragon-hilted sword.

Then—

He made his decision.

“Do it.”

The moment Aelric’s command left his lips, the tension in the air exploded.

A shadow—fast, precise, and filled with killing intent—zipped through the garden, cutting through the air like a phantom blade.

It didn’t move like an ordinary attacker.

No warning.

No build-up.

Just pure speed.

One instant, the garden was still.

The next—

The figure had already reached Max.

A sword flashed forward.