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title: "Chapter 786: Naive thought"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 792
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"I see," Max murmured, nodding almost absently, his eyes glinting with a sudden, ruthless light as a faint, chilling smile curled his lips. Slowly, his gaze swept around the room, pausing on each face one by one—the wide-eyed bystanders, the watching geniuses, the silent June, the cold Derek, the sneering Scott, even Omar who stood there trembling with fury. Yet not a single person made a move, not one stepped forward to halt what was about to happen.

And as the realization solidified in Max’s chest, a sharp laugh broke from him—low and mirthless. ’I think too much,’ he thought, bitterness cutting through his amusement like glass. ’To think they would want to stand up for a random kid in the 6th level of Master Rank.’

He shook his head faintly, the cruel curve of his smile deepening as he clenched his fist, the air around him suddenly warping ever so slightly, like heat haze rising from burning sand.

"What are you laughing at?" Julio snapped, his brows drawn together, sparks leaping from his fingertips as the charged scent of ozone filled the air.

Max tilted his chin slightly, his eyes flashing with cold contempt, his voice slicing through the room like a blade. "Trash, come and bite me!"

Gasps rippled among the crowd at Max’s open provocation. Scott’s eyes narrowed to slits, and Derek’s lips curled into a delighted, vicious grin. Omar looked like he was about to explode.

"Die!" Julio roared, his fury igniting like an oil fire. Without another word, he lunged forward, his sword whipping in a vicious arc. Beams of searing purple lightning exploded outward from his blade, streaking toward Max with a roar, scorching tables and cracking wooden beams in their path as they tore through the air like lightning serpents.

But Max didn’t flinch. Calmly, he rose from his table, his cloak rustling around him as he drew the Blue Dragon Sword in a single fluid motion, the blade humming with a high, crystalline resonance. His eyes flashed, and with a swift flick of his wrist, he slashed forward, unleashing the Severing Flow Sword Art.

A brilliant sword arc shot from his blade, gleaming like polished silver and laced with deadly precision. It collided with Julio’s lightning beams head-on—and instantly, the seething streams of purple energy shattered into fragments of harmless sparks, dissipating into the air like dying fireflies. The crowd gasped as silence crashed back over the floor, the air still tingling with residual energy.

"He blocked the attack," Frank murmured under his breath, his brows pulling together as he stared at Max as though seeing him for the first time. He’d assumed the young man was all bluff and arrogance, but that single, crisp sword strike had cut through the Champion Rank lightning beams as if they were nothing.

"I guess Julio must have gone easy on him, seeing his strength," Scott scoffed, though his voice lacked conviction. His sharp eyes flicked between Max and Julio, unease flashing behind his cold facade. He simply refused to believe a 6th-level Master Rank genius could parry an attack from someone standing at the peak of the Champion Rank.

"Haha, either that or Thunder Monarch Hall is truly trash," Derek sneered loudly, unable to contain his delight. His voice carried across the silent room, dripping with scorn. He was clearly savoring every opportunity to humiliate the Thunder Monarch Hall, his eyes glittering maliciously.

"Julio, stop holding back and kill him!" Josh bellowed, his voice like a whip crack, fury pulsing in every syllable as his glare bored into Julio. His cheeks burned red with shame, the eyes of all the other forces upon them. He could practically feel the scorn radiating from Scott and Derek, and it stung like acid. "Don’t embarrass the Thunder Monarch Hall any further!"

Julio clenched his teeth so hard a vein bulged along his temple. His sword buzzed with renewed lightning as he glared at Max, his pride now on the line in front of the gathered overlord geniuses.

Meanwhile, Max stood silent and composed, his blade resting lightly at his side, his cold eyes fixed on Julio, an imperceptible smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as if he were merely waiting for the next trash to come and try their luck.

"Dog Julio, as your master dog said—use your full strength!" Max laughed arrogantly, his voice ringing through the tense silence of the restaurant like a slap, dripping with utter disdain.

Julio’s face twisted into a mask of fury, veins standing out along his temples as sparks of purple lightning crackled fiercely across his skin. His eyes were bloodshot, every shred of pride burned into rage. "I want you to die!" he roared, his voice reverberating off the wooden beams as he flung his arm forward, fingers splayed wide.

Instantly, a surge of violent purple lightning exploded outward, the currents twisting together in midair to shape a colossal palm of pure energy. Each finger of the conjured hand crackled and hissed, weaving arcs of electricity as thick as tree branches.

The air itself trembled, humming with raw force as the giant purple palm lunged toward Max like a descending mountain, its crackling glow lighting up terrified faces around the room.

Max’s mocking grin faded as his eyes sharpened, a trace of solemnity flashing across his face. He shifted his stance, his cloak rippling as he lifted his sword in both hands.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his own power, the shimmering silver aura of his level 2 Concept of Severing Sword surging around him like a raging tide. His blade glowed with lethal light as he swung it downward in a single, precise arc, executing the Severing Flow Sword Art.

Swish!

Boom!

A high-pitched sound sliced the air as Max’s sword light collided with the monstrous purple palm. For a single breathless instant, lightning and sword aura clashed, crackling furiously in a swirling storm of purple and silver.

Then, with a resounding shockwave that rattled plates and glasses on every table, the giant lightning palm was split cleanly in half. Its two severed halves wavered, flickered, and disintegrated into harmless sparks, raining down like violet fireflies before vanishing completely into the air.

The silence that followed was deafening.