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title: "Chapter 172: Absolute Defense"
slug: "ch-172"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 172
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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The force of the detonation rushed toward him, black dust swirling like a violent storm, its shockwave crashing directly into his body at point-blank range. The very air trembled under the sheer intensity of the attack.

Yet—

As the explosion collided with him, the devastating energy that should have torn him apart did nothing but shred his clothes into near nothingness. The black force swirled, clawing at his skin—but it couldn’t pierce it.

His body remained untouched. Unscathed.

The ground beneath him, cracked and shattered by the explosion, told the story of just how powerful the attack had been. But Max himself? Not even a single mark was left on him.

As the dust settled, Max moved with calm precision, pulling out an identical outfit from his storage ring and donning it as if nothing had happened.

A few moments later, the last remnants of dust were swept away by the wind, finally revealing him in full view.

He stood there, completely intact—not a single sign of injury, not a single trace of struggle. His expression remained the same, his pink eyes locked onto Amelia.

If anything, he looked more relaxed than before.

This time, Amelia couldn’t hide her shock. Her eyes widened, and for the first time in the battle, her voice carried a hint of disbelief.

"How? How did you not even suffer a single injury?"

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She couldn’t understand it.

Her attack—the black glowing dot—hadn’t been a simple strike. It had been one of her strongest techniques, one that condensed all her energy into a single, devastating point. Once detonated, it could annihilate anyone in the Adept Rank without fail.

And yet—

Max stood there, completely unharmed, his eyes steady, his posture completely relaxed.

It wasn’t just that he survived. He hadn’t even been scratched.

The attack that should have reduced any other fighter to ashes had barely even touched his skin.

She stood frozen, her mind racing. How? How was Max fine after that attack?

It just didn’t make sense.

Her technique had been honed to absolute precision, compressing her full power into a singularity that should have torn anything and everything apart. And yet, Max stood there untouched, not even a single scratch marring his skin.

She wasn’t the only one struggling to process what had just happened.

The entire battle realm was drowned in stunned silence.

The spectators—geniuses from the strongest factions—had seen it happen with their own eyes. Max had been engulfed by the explosion at point-blank range, swallowed whole by the deadly force of Amelia’s ultimate move.

But when the dust cleared, he emerged unscathed.

It was as if the attack hadn’t targeted him at all—as if it had struck an illusion, a shadow, or someone else entirely.

Their minds reeled at the impossibility of it.

"What did he just do there?" Crown Prince Aelric muttered, his voice carrying an edge of disbelief. He was certain—Max hadn’t dodged. The explosion had completely consumed him. And yet, he now stood before them, perfectly fine—a walking contradiction, an irony made flesh.

Veylin, standing further back, wore a deep scowl, his brows furrowed tightly. His face was dark, his gaze locked onto Max like a predator trying to decipher an unfathomable prey.

Like Aelric, he too couldn’t understand.

It was simply impossible.

A point-blank explosion of that magnitude couldn’t be dodged—not unless one possessed a teleportation ability or some kind of invulnerability skill. But Max had done neither.

So then—how?

Among all the confused minds in the arena, only Max himself knew the answer.

The truth was simple. His defense had increased a lot.

His 300 Dragon Scales.

Since the moment he had absorbed Aelric’s arsenal of weapons, gaining another 289 Dragon Scales, he had been curious. He had wondered just how much his body had changed—just how powerful his defense had become.

And now, he had his answer.

When he saw Amelia unleash her strongest attack, he had made a choice.

A gamble.

He didn’t dodge. He didn’t block. He simply stood there and let the explosion hit him head-on.

And the result?

His body didn’t even flinch.

Max’s lips curled slightly.

The defense of his body had reached a level where no Adept Rank could break through it. He became absolutely certain of that now.

Previously when his Dragon Scales increased to 300 in number, Max had a feeling his defense had became incredibly strong but he wasn’t sure how strong but after this little stunt of his, he understood what he wanted to know.

Max looked at Amelia’s stunned expression and smiled, his golden eyes gleaming with anticipation. "It’s my turn, I guess."

His figure blurred, vanishing from sight. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared beside her, his sword already slicing through the air in a perfect arc.

Horizon Split.

A clean, devastating slash carrying the full might of 20% Fusion State and the raw strength of fifteen Draconic Essences, all concentrated into a single, lethal strike with a mixed of level 1 Space Aura.

The moment his blade descended, Amelia’s eyes narrowed.

She saw it. She saw the attack coming.

But could she stop it?

Her grip tightened around her sword as she raised it in response. The movement seemed slow, painfully slow—yet, the moment her blade moved, the very tiles beneath her feet trembled. A sharp, unnatural crack spread outward, and in the next instant, the ground shattered into pieces.

Then—Max’s sword reached her.

Just as their blades were about to collide, Amelia’s seemingly slow sword moved—or rather, it had already moved, its presence almost imperceptible before the impact.

BOOM!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three consecutive shockwaves erupted as Max’s overwhelming strength broke through the three invisible barriers between them rippling outward like expanding rings of destruction. The sheer force obliterated the remaining tiles beneath them, sending sharp debris flying in all directions.

And then—

CLANG!

At that moment, their swords finally met. However, the moment Max’s blade clashed against Amelia’s, an invisible force surged through him, locking his body in place.