Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1717 600k Killing Points!

Max looked at the incoming sword light and grinned.

Then he punched forward.

"Star Fist."

His fist moved.

The five-star radiance exploded.

The power of one thousand Draconic Essences roared through his body.

Boom!

The moment Max's fist collided with the Death Wind Burial Sword, the entire arena was swallowed by a blinding burst of starry light and gray-green death wind. The shockwave slammed into the barrier with terrifying force, causing the entire Combat Hall to tremble.

The ground beneath them collapsed layer by layer, and countless cracks spread across the arena like black lightning. For an instant, no one could see what was happening inside. All they could hear was the furious collision between star power, draconic strength, sword light, and death wind.

But the stalemate lasted for only a breath.

Crack!

A sharp sound echoed through the storm.

The gray-green sword light began to break.

The elven woman's pupils shrank.

Her strongest attack, the Death Wind Burial Sword, which carried the full force of her Pseudo Cosmic Path, was cracking under Max's fist.

The five-star radiance tore through the death wind like a blazing celestial body piercing through rotten mist. The draconic power behind Max's punch was even more tyrannical, crushing the sword light inch by inch, shattering the death wind, and forcing the entire attack backward with unstoppable force.

"No..." the elven woman whispered, her calm expression finally breaking.

Bang!

Her strongest attack shattered completely.

The Death Wind Burial Sword exploded into countless fragments of gray-green light, and before the elven woman could retreat, Max's fist continued forward with terrifying momentum.

The remaining power of the Star Fist struck her directly, and the moment it touched her body, the five-star force and draconic strength erupted together.

Boom!

The elven woman's body was instantly swallowed by brilliant star-like light.

There was no scream.

There was no struggle.

There was only a single burst of overwhelming power, and then her figure was obliterated into nothingness under Max's fist. Her body vanished, her aura disappeared, and the remaining death wind scattered across the arena like broken smoke, unable to maintain its form any longer.

For a moment, the entire Combat Hall was silent.

The humans stared blankly at the ruined battlefield.

The demons looked at Max with stiff faces.

The elves were frozen in disbelief.

No one had expected the elven woman's strongest attack to be destroyed so completely. No one had expected Max to not only break through the Pseudo Cosmic Path of Death Wind Concept, but also obliterate her in the same strike.

Among the elves, the golden-haired prince's expression changed for the first time.

His narrowed eyes widened slightly, and his fingers tightened around the armrest beside him. The familiar feeling he had sensed from Max became even stronger after that punch, especially when the black dragon scales and star-like fist power erupted together.

"He carries the the forbidden Divine Bloodline in his body." He muttered, his expression solemn. "No wonder, he is giving me a familiar feeling."

Inside the shattered arena, Max slowly lowered his fist.

The black dragon scales covering his body gleamed beneath the fading starlight, and the aura of one thousand Draconic Essences gradually calmed inside him. The remnants of the elven woman's Killing Points scattered across the battlefield, shining faintly amid the broken stones and dying wisps of death wind.

Max stood calmly in the center of the destroyed battlefield and allowed the Killing Points to enter his body.

One stream.

Then another.

Then dozens more.

The crimson lights poured into him continuously, and the number beside his name began to rise at a frightening speed. The Combat Hall's display flickered several times as his Killing Points increased, and many participants instinctively looked up, wanting to see just how much Max had gained after defeating five demons and one powerful elf.

[Participant: Max]

[Consecutive Victories: 6]

[Killing Points: 642,000]

The moment the number appeared, a heavy silence fell over the Combat Hall.

Six hundred and forty-two thousand Killing Points.

For many participants, that was an almost absurd amount. Some had fought for days and still had not reached even a fraction of that number, yet Max had gathered this terrifying total after only six battles in the ten consecutive victory trial.

The humans stared at the display with burning eyes, and several of them could not help clenching their fists in excitement, because seeing a human dominate demons and elves in such a brutal manner made their blood boil.

The demons, however, looked as if someone had slapped them across the face again and again, because most of those Killing Points had come from their own race, and every increase in Max's total was like another humiliation carved into their pride.

Only Karo was still calm about everything. It was as though everything that happened here didn't affect him in anyway.

"600k Killing Points...." Karo sneered lightly thinking another fat sheep had appeared in the Combat Tower.

As for the elves, their expressions were far more complicated.

The elven woman had not been weak.

Everyone had seen her Pseudo Cosmic Path of Death Wind Concept, and everyone had witnessed how terrifying her strongest sword strike had been. Yet her defeat had not even looked close

Max had broken her strongest attack with one punch, obliterated her body, taken her Killing Points, and calmly stood there as if the sixth battle had merely warmed him up.

Nick stared at the number floating above the arena and felt his heart tremble again.

He had known Max would win.

He had believed that from the beginning.

But watching Max's Killing Points jump to six hundred and forty-two thousand after only six battles still made him feel a strange pressure in his chest. This was not just winning. This was sweeping through the trial like a calamity given human form.

Inside the arena, Max looked at his current Killing Points and smiled faintly.

"Not bad," he muttered.

Then he raised his eyes toward the rest of the Combat Hall.

His black dragon scales still covered his body, his right fist still carried a faint trace of fading starlight, and his calm gaze swept across demons, humans, and elves alike before finally stopping on the challengers waiting outside.

"Four more."