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title: "Chapter 213: A Combined Attack?"
slug: "ch-213"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 213
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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Max’s grip tightened around his sword.

His eyes sharpened.

"Fine. Let’s end this warm-up."

Then—

BOOM!

His 20% Fusion State Aura erupted, surging through his body and blade.

His presence became overwhelming—raw power flowing with absolute precision.

The very air trembled around him.

The 20% Fusion State Aura surrounding Max was far stronger than before.

Back in the temple, it had been powerful—but now?

It was on a completely different level.

Why?

Because Max had added Level 3 Lightning Aura into the mix.

The result—

A Fusion State Aura that crackled with unstoppable force, charged with raw destruction.

A force to be reckoned with.

Then—

A single, decisive sword flash.

Horizon Split!

SWOOSH!

A slash so fast, so unstoppable, that time itself seemed to freeze.

CRACK!

The Water Blades shattered into mist, their edges dissolving under the sheer force of the strike.

The first two golden palms were cleaved clean in half, breaking apart into golden light.

The remaining palms trembled—

Before collapsing into nothing.

One strike.

And everything crumbled.

"Tch!"

Lyla’s expression darkened.

But—

BOOM!

Max vanished.

Her instincts screamed.

Behind me!

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She barely turned when—

SLASH!

Max’s black sword skimmed past her, slicing clean through her Water Aura, breaking apart part of her protection.

A deep cut appeared on her shoulder—

Before she liquefied her body at the last second, narrowly avoiding a fatal strike.

"You’re not ignoring me!"

Harry roared, his golden aura flaring.

CLANG!

Golden Chains shot forward like spears, wrapping around Max’s body with blinding speed.

The moment they made contact—

Gravity intensified.

A crushing force weighed down on him, anchoring him midair.

"Got you!"

Harry’s eyes burned with victory.

But Max only smirked.

"Do you?"

BOOM!

Max’s Fusion State Aura flared, surging with the raw force of 15 Draconic Essences.

The golden chains—

SHATTERED.

The sheer pressure of his presence obliterated them instantly.

Harry’s eyes widened—too late.

ZAP!

A highly compressed Lightning Needle crackled in Max’s free hand, buzzing with lethal energy.

His smirk deepened.

"Try catching this."

He flicked it forward.

FWOOOSH!

A blinding streak of violet light tore through the air.

Harry’s instincts screamed.

He barely tilted his head but—

SIZZLE!

A thin burnt line appeared on his cheek.

His Golden Aura flickered, struggling against the needle’s unstoppable speed.

A single bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

"That… was too fast."

Lyla gritted her teeth, her Water Aura surging to its absolute peak.

"Harry! We’re doing it!"

Harry nodded.

Their energies merged.

Lyla’s water began to swirl violently, forming a colossal vortex, an ocean-like domain in the sky.

Waves churned. Currents roared.

A force so powerful that it pulled Max toward its center, dragging him in like an inescapable abyss.

At the same time—

BOOM!

Harry raised his hands, a golden sigil forming above him, radiating overwhelming energy.

"Monarch’s Wrath—Golden Heaven Strike!"

A gigantic golden fist materialized in the sky.

Massive. Blinding.

Its sheer weight distorted space, shaking the very air itself.

Then—

It descended.

Like judgment from the heavens, aiming to smash Max straight into Lyla’s water domain.

Seeing that—

Instead of retreating—

Max exhaled slowly.

His grip tightened around his sword.

His 20% Fusion State Aura condensed, shrinking into a single point on his blade.

At that moment—

His entire being merged with his weapon.

Then—

’Space Freeze.’

Max activated the skill.

Even though it was a Rare Rank Skill, he hadn’t mastered it to Level 100 yet.

Its effect was miniscule—barely a fraction of a second.

But for Max?

That was all he needed.

Just when he used the skill—

Everything stopped.

Everything around a meter of Max froze.

For a fraction of a second—

The golden fist hung motionless in the air.

The raging water domain stilled.

Lyla and Harry froze mid-action.

And in that instant—

SLASH!

Max slashed forward with his sword.

A simple slash.

Without any style.

Without any form.

Just raw power.

Horizon Split.

A single unstoppable cut ripped through reality itself.

The golden fist was severed, its overwhelming force vanishing into nothingness.

Lyla’s water vortex collapsed, its power unraveling into harmless droplets.

Silence.

The battlefield stood still.

Max hovered, his sword humming with residual power.

He hadn’t moved more than a few inches.

And still—

Not a single scratch on him.

Lyla and Harry stared in disbelief.

They had thrown everything at him.

Their strongest auras. Their best techniques.

Yet—

Max had countered it all.

Effortlessly.

He wasn’t even struggling.

Max smirked, his voice calm—but sharp, cutting like a blade.

"Are we done yet?"

"No, there’s one more attack we want to try."

Harry’s voice was steady, but his eyes burned with resolve.

He turned to Lyla.

Lyla nodded, her sword glowing with a deep azure light.

Water spiraled around her, twisting into a raging ocean, its sheer force distorting the air.

Her eyes hardened.

"Let’s finish this!"

BOOM!

Harry raised his arms.

His golden aura expanded—bursting outward like a radiant sun.

His entire body became a beacon of light, his presence heavy. Unstoppable.

"Heavenly Golden Manifestation!"

Then—

A colossal golden warrior materialized behind him—

Towering. Monstrous. Overpowering.

Its fists alone were the size of boulders, its entire form shimmering with indestructible golden light.

An avatar of destruction, carrying the full weight of Harry’s power.

At the same time—

Lyla’s form dissolved.

Her entire body liquefied, merging into her sword.

Her voice rang out—

"Endless Abyss: Leviathan’s Wrath!"

The air twisted.

BOOM!

A serpent-like water dragon coiled around Harry’s golden avatar.

Its liquid body surged with unbreakable sharpness—a force that could pierce mountains and tear through steel.

Its fangs dripped with lethal currents, crackling with the power of the ocean itself.

Two forces.

One—unyielding destruction.

The other—unstoppable flow.

Then—

They charged forward.

The golden warrior’s massive fist descended, carrying the weight of an entire mountain—aiming to obliterate Max from above.

At the same time—

The Leviathan’s fangs lunged from the other side.

A perfect two-sided assault.

An inescapable death grip.

Max’s expression remained calm—but his eyes gleamed with excitement.

This…

This was a battle worth remembering.

Then—

Without hesitation, his aura erupted.

"20% Fusion State Aura—FULL RELEASE!"

BOOOOM!

His power surged.

The very space around him distorted, waves of energy exploding outward.

Then—

With a smooth motion, Max raised his sword high in the air.

"Magic Sword Barrage."

FWOOOOM!

The sky shifted—turning into a sea of deep blue light.

Hundreds of glowing swords manifested, hovering in the air like divine spears.

But these weren’t ordinary swords.

Each one pulsed with his 20% Fusion State Aura—

Shrouded in flickering black flames, radiating an oppressive heat that burned the very air.

The atmosphere trembled.

A storm of unstoppable blades was about to descend.

Then—

Harry’s golden warrior swung its fist, a force powerful enough to level mountains.

At the same time—

Lyla’s Leviathan lunged forward, its fangs bared, ready to drown Max in a storm of destruction.

But—

Max lowered his hand.

His voice was calm. Absolute.

"Go."

FWOOOOSH!

The Magic Sword Barrage descended.

A rain of death.

BOOOOOOM!

The golden warrior’s fist crashed against the incoming swords—

But instead of crushing them—

CRACK!

The swords pierced through, shattering the construct into a burst of golden shards.

The crowd gasped.

The Leviathan roared.

But—

The moment the first sword touched its liquid form—

FWOOOOOSH!

Black flames exploded outward, evaporating it on contact.

The Leviathan melted away, its monstrous form disintegrating into mist.

It simply didn’t stand a chance against the black flames.

Then—

The remaining swords shot forward, spiraling through the air—

Before stopping.

Encasing Harry and Lyla.

Hundreds of floating blue swords hovered around them, humming with deadly precision.

Their attacks—erased.

Their bodies—trapped.

They gasped, unable to move, their eyes filled with shock.

Above them—

Max lowered his hand.

His victory absolute.

The battle had been decided.