Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 728: Max’s Move

Chapter 728: Max’s Move

“A 1st level Master Rank dares to talk to me?” Omar spat, his voice laced with pure scorn as his red eyes burned with disdain, glaring down at Max as though he were nothing more than an insect daring to chirp in a storm.

Max, however, showed not the slightest sign of fear. Instead, his lips curled into a faint sneer, and a sharp gleam flickered in his eyes as he gave a soft, mocking chuckle that quickly built into a peal of laughter echoing through the tense clearing.

“Dares? Hahahaha!” he laughed, the sound brimming with a confident edge that made Omar’s frown deepen further.

Omar’s face grew dark, his brows knitting together as an ugly scowl twisted his features. “What are you laughing at?” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous, simmering with anger that someone so beneath him dared to mock him.

But Max only smiled, a cool, unfazed expression on his face, and slowly raised a single finger, pointing upward toward the sky above them.

Intrigued despite themselves, almost everyone present—including Omar’s group of fierce experts—instinctively tilted their heads back to follow Max’s gesture, and in the next instant, gasps of shock and disbelief rippled through the air.

Suspended high above, ten colossal golden swords hung in the sky, each one gleaming brilliantly under the stormy light, their edges shining like captured sunlight as they hovered with a terrifying aura of destruction.

The swords were so massive that together they seemed to cover the entire lake, blotting out portions of the swirling storm clouds above, yet it was clear from the deadly way they pointed downward that their true targets were none other than Omar and his group.

The moment realization struck, Omar’s eyes widened with a mix of fury and fear, his composure cracking as the oppressive aura of the attack pressed down upon him like a mountain.

“How dare you attack me?!” he roared, his voice echoing with a note of panic that hadn’t been there before, the confidence he’d worn like armor now rattled by the sheer power emanating from above.

Th𝗶ѕ 𝒸h𝓪pτ℮r 𝗂𝙨 pⲟѕ𝐭𝙚𝑑 bƴ 𝘬𝐢𝐭ᥱ𝙣ⲟⱽ𝕖𝙡

Whipping around, Omar barked at the man standing closest to him—a formidable expert exuding the powerful presence of a 7th level Champion Rank. “Block the attack!” he ordered sharply, desperation bleeding into his voice.

But even as chaos erupted among Omar’s group, Arlen and the others vanished like smoke in the wind, slipping away from the battlefield without hesitation. The silent understanding they’d shared with Max was clear in their actions: the moment Max gave his signal, they were to leave, no matter what.

True to their word and determined not to become a burden, they seized the fleeting chance, fleeing at top speed while Omar’s focus remained locked on the golden swords poised to strike, leaving Max alone to face the enemies and execute his plan.

“Young Master, don’t worry,” Ben said firmly, though a faint crease marred his brow as he lifted his arm high into the air, gathering his energy with practiced ease.

In an instant, a shimmering dome of brilliant light unfurled outward from his palm, expanding rapidly until it formed a massive shield that enclosed Omar and the entire group of Thunder Monarch Hall experts within its protective embrace.

The barrier glowed with crackling energy, humming softly as it stood between them and the impending storm above.

Meanwhile, Max’s eyes glinted as he watched the dome spring to life, the corners of his lips tugging into a subtle smile, as if everything was proceeding exactly as he’d intended.

Without wasting another moment, he shifted his gaze away from Omar and his entourage, focusing instead on the real prize he had come for—the lightning essence stones that glittered all around the lake like scattered stars.

Each stone shimmered faintly with delicate streaks of purple lightning dancing across its surface, pulsing with an electrifying aura that made the air around the pond hum with energy.

Max’s heart pounded with excitement as he took in the dazzling sight, then he murmured under his breath, “Space Domain,” his voice quiet but brimming with power. Instantly, an invisible wave of force erupted from his body, rippling outward in every direction like a silent tide.

It swept across the entire expanse of the pond, enveloping every inch of space within its reach. Then, before anyone could even blink, all the lightning essence stones scattered around the water vanished as if they had never existed, pulled into Max’s spatial space in an instant.

Almost instantly, a deep rumble rolled through the heavens, and the roiling storm clouds darkened further, their swirling masses growing more violent and agitated as though enraged by the theft.

But at that precise moment, Max’s figure flickered and disappeared from sight entirely, leaving behind nothing but a faint shimmer in the air where he had stood.

CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

The sky tore open as bolts of lightning began pouring down one after another, stabbing viciously into the earth with earsplitting booms, targeting the spots where the lightning essence stones had once lain.

The furious storm seemed determined to punish whoever had dared steal its treasures.

So relentless was the barrage that countless bolts, wild and untamed, slammed into the ground indiscriminately, and some even streaked toward Omar’s group, hammering the glowing shield Ben had summoned with savage, blinding strikes, forcing them to brace under the crackling onslaught as chaos erupted all around them.

“Damn! Damn! DAMN!” Omar roared, his voice nearly hoarse with rage as he stood amid the chaos, eyes blazing like burning coals as bolts of lightning still crackled in the air around him, though less frequently now.

He didn’t see exactly how Max had managed it—one instant the lightning essence stones had been there, gleaming like jewels around the lake, and the next they had vanished completely—but Omar wasn’t a fool.

He knew that only by somehow taking away those precious stones could such a violent storm of descending lightning have been triggered, and this realization drove him into a frenzy.

“How dare you take away those lightning essence stones?!” he bellowed into the empty air, his voice thick with wrath, as though he could somehow summon Max back just by sheer fury.

His handsome face twisted into a mask of ruthless hatred, veins bulging at his temples as he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.