Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 1273

Chapter 1273: Futile Attacks!
“I will go ahead and try to create an opening. You guys attack right after.” Victor stepped forward as the first to move, and the air around him shifted the moment he drew upon the power of his Azure Dragon Bloodline.

His skin tightened as electricity-like traces of draconic energy coursed across his arms, and his muscles tensed in preparation. The ground beneath him cracked as he pushed off with explosive strength. His body shot toward Max like a fired cannon, and his fist drew back with a rising wave of invisible power.

The Azure Dragon aura surged around the fist, forming the faint outline of a massive azure-scaled limb that mirrored his strike. This single punch carried the raw brute force of a young dragon’s blow combined with Victor’s unmatched close combat mastery.

The crowd below felt their breath tighten as the pressure of the incoming attack washed over them. Victor reached Max in an instant and launched the fist toward Max’s chest with the full expectation of at least forcing him to dodge.

Max did not move. His stance remained relaxed in the air as though Victor were a child running at him with blind enthusiasm. Only at the very last moment did he raise his sword. The blade slid upward in an effortless motion, carrying no visible aura, no burst of power, and no defensive technique.

It simply met Victor’s fist. The moment steel touched skin, the Azure Dragon aura shattered like fragile glass. Victor’s punch dispersed completely, and the draconic force that had been building around him vanished into thin air.

The sudden loss of momentum sent Victor stumbling backward through the air as his mind struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Max had not countered. He had not tested or measured the force. He had simply erased it with a single motion of his sword. The crowd below watched in stunned silence as Victor regained his balance with wide eyes.

“It’s our turn!” Michael reacted next. The crack of lightning burst from his body as he spun his spear upward and channeled thunder into the weapon. The sky above flickered with light as the spear glowed brighter than a bolt tearing through a stormcloud.

Michael thrust forward with all the force he could muster. His lightning shot forward, forming countless streaks that chased after the tip of the spear and produced a violent current that filled the air with sharp buzzing.

The spearpoint reached Max with a flash, but Max tilted his sword slightly and redirected the attack with quiet precision. Sparks scattered everywhere as the lightning dispersed harmlessly into the air, leaving Michael’s strongest thrust slipping past Max without doing anything but stirring his robe.

Seraphina followed immediately after. Her golden flames ignited around her like a rising sun, and the temperature in the sky increased so swiftly that many of the genius spectators shielded their faces. She raised her hand and summoned a pillar of golden fire that shot upward before collapsing forward toward Max like a falling divine judgment.

The flames spiraled around each other and fused into a single enormous blast of radiant heat aimed straight at Max’s figure. Max shifted his wrist and dragged his sword through the air in an elegant line.

The blade sliced through the golden flames without resistance, and the entire attack split apart. The flames dissolved into harmless motes of light and drifted away.

“Damn this!” Daniel did not waste time either. His black flames surged outward like a living shadow, rising behind him and bending the surrounding air as though reality itself disliked touching the dark fire. He sent the flames forward with a swift sweep of his arm. The black fire spiraled toward Max, its heat so intense that the very air distorted into trembling waves.

Max brought the sword down diagonally, and the black flames parted around him. The attack broke apart midair, disappearing as though it had never existed.

“Let’s go!” Chris and Christine leapt together. Their twin inheritances awakened instantly as Chris drew icy air around him and Christine summoned blazing heat. Both forces collided at their joining point and mixed seamlessly instead of clashing.

A complex fusion of flame and ice formed between them, creating a spiraling beam of alternating heat and frost. As they thrust both palms forward, the beam shot toward Max with a force that felt almost heavy due to the sheer density of opposite energies intertwined perfectly.

Max extended his sword forward in a simple stabbing posture. The tip touched the spiraling beam, and the entire fusion attack collapsed upon contact, vanishing into a breeze of glittering frost and warm light.

Arthur moved last. His aura rose sharply as countless sword projections appeared behind him, each one forged from pure energy. The blades varied greatly in size, with some small enough to float around his fingertips and others long enough to resemble siege weapons.

He swung his arm forward, sending all of them at Max with speed so great that the sky filled with streaking silver lights. The barrage of swords created a storm-like roar as they approached.

Max stepped slightly to the side and drew his blade in one horizontal motion. The single swing produced a shockwave that traveled outward in a clean arc and canceled every sword projection in its path.

The attack scattered before reaching him, leaving no trace except faint shimmering remnants of sword light.

When the dust settled, Max lowered his sword and stood exactly where he had been from the beginning. The seven squad leaders hung motionless in the air, their breaths caught in their throats.

Their strongest techniques had been thrown at him in rapid succession, yet Max had blocked all of them with nothing more than a single sword and the simplest of movements. None of them could speak. Their pride, their confidence, and their expectations all collided with a truth they had not been prepared to accept.

Max had not just defended against their combined power. He had dismantled it effortlessly.

“Coming after me one by one is pointless,” Max said in a quiet voice that carried across the sky with absolute confidence. His sword hung loosely in his hand as though he had not moved at all since their earlier attacks. “Come at me together with your strongest attack. If anything can give you a chance, it will be that.” His tone did not provoke. It did not challenge. It only stated a fact that pressed heavily against the chests of those who heard him.