Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Inside the temple, Max found himself back in his pillar.

"Alright, now the battle from Group B will commence," the blob of slime announced as Amelia and Bruce appeared on the stage, surrounded by the pillars.

Max glanced at them, intrigued by their match. From what he had heard, Amelia was known to be the strongest of the geniuses from the five guilds, excluding the Black Lotus guild, as not much was known about them.

Although he hadn't seen her fight, her reputation spoke for itself.

On the other hand, he didn't know anything about Bruce. Max was a complete stranger to him in terms of any knowledge. He had only met him briefly when Anton had wanted him to familiarize himself with the team entering the Temple of Divine.

On the stage, Amelia glanced at Bruce, her expression calm. "Do your best."

Bruce took a deep breath and pulled out a spear. It was a long spear, red in color, with a pitch-black spearhead at the tip.

Pointing the spear at Amelia, he said, "I will use my three strongest attacks against you, and if you are still not down after that, then I will accept my defeat." His voice was calm. It wasn't arrogance that led him to say those words, but rather an understanding that he didn't have a chance against her.

The Phoenix Order guild, Knights of Valor, and Lionheart Guild were on good terms with each other, especially Phoenix Order and Lionheart Guild. Because of this, the three guilds would often collaborate on dungeon raids and other activities.

During one of those missions, Bruce and Amelia had been part of the same team. It was during that time that Bruce had seen her true strength for the first time. That moment made him realize that he would, and could, never surpass Amelia.

"Do your best," Amelia repeated, also drawing a sword. She rested both hands on the hilt and waited for Bruce to make his move.

Bruce nodded firmly, gripping his spear with unwavering determination. Almost immediately, a Level 3 Flame Aura erupted from his body, radiating waves of fiery energy that danced and flickered wildly in the air.

The fiery aura began to condense, flowing steadily toward the tip of his spear, coiling and intensifying like a predator preparing to strike. At first, the flames were faint, flickering with a soft orange glow. But as Bruce channeled more of his power, the intensity surged.

The flames at the tip of the spear grew fiercer, burning with a searing heat that turned from orange to a deep, menacing crimson. The sheer energy radiating from the weapon began to scorch his arms, leaving faint burn marks on his skin—a testament to the untamed ferocity of his attack.

Finally, when the fiery aura reached its peak, the spearhead underwent a breathtaking transformation. The flames twisted and spiraled, forming a blazing tornado of fire, its sharp edges spinning outward with deadly precision.

The tornado of flames wasn't just destructive; it was alive, roaring with an otherworldly heat. Its aura was so intense that the stage beneath Bruce's feet began to warp and melt, pools of molten rock forming where the heat touched.

"Spear of Annihilation!" Bruce shouted, thrusting his spear at Amelia.

"Spear of Annihilation? Really?" Max sighed, hearing him call out such a cliché name, considering he also had a move called "Blade of Annihilation."

There was some distance between Bruce and Amelia, but the moment Bruce thrust his spear at her, it was as though he teleported right in front of her, leaving behind a trail of orange light.

The tornado of flames, swirling violently at the tip of his spear, hurtled toward Amelia, its heat and destructive power palpable even from afar. Yet, to everyone's shock, Amelia stood still. Not a single muscle moved as the devastating attack closed in on her.
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The top geniuses gasped as they witnessed this.

"What is she doing?" Jack the Mad Sword found himself perplexed by her actions—or rather, her lack of action.

"Maybe we'll see something special from these 'trashes of the East,'" Arthur Gale sneered, eager to witness the East making a fool of itself.

Only Crown Prince Aelric's expression seemed solemn as he glanced at Amelia with utmost seriousness.

Max also found himself questioning her actions. His eyes narrowed, his expression a mix of concern and intrigue.

'That attack is no joke,' he thought, his brows furrowing. 'A Level 3 Flame Aura condensed into a spear—it could incinerate anything in its path. Does she think she's untouchable?'

The fiery tornado closed the final gap between them, just a hand's distance away from her body. And then, something impossible happened.

The tornado froze.

Not literally—it didn't lose its heat—but it was as though an invisible wall had materialized between Amelia and the attack. The flames churned and screamed against the barrier, unable to move even an inch closer.

"No!" Bruce roared, veins bulging on his arms as he gripped the spear with all his might. He poured every ounce of strength he had into the attack, his aura blazing brighter. The arena groaned under the strain—the stone beneath their feet melted in some places and fractured in others, chunks of rock splintering away under the immense heat and pressure.

But no matter how much force Bruce exerted, no matter how intense the flames or the momentum of his thrust, the spear refused to advance. It was as though the attack had reached an unbreakable barrier.

"Move!" Bruce shouted, frustration turning his voice raw as he dug his heels into the melting stage. His flames flared with even greater ferocity, licking at the edges of his spear and scorching the air. Yet the distance between the tornado and Amelia's calm, impassive face remained untouched.

Looking at Amelia's calm and composed face as if it were nothing for her to block his attack like this, Bruce felt frustrated. "Damn it!" He withdrew his spear as the flames of the tornado at the tip of the spear dissipated completely.

He retreated slightly, raising his hand forward as flames began to condense atop his palm. Slowly, they transformed into a sphere and began taking the shape of a lotus.

As Bruce prepared to launch his next attack, Max remained frozen in place, his mind replaying the moment when Amelia had effortlessly stopped the devastating spear strike. His wide eyes betrayed the turmoil within.

'That feeling...' Max thought, his brows furrowing as the sensation resurfaced in his memory. It was faint yet undeniable—something he had encountered before.

And then, the realization struck him like a thunderbolt.

'The sensation Amelia emitted when she blocked Bruce's attack—it's the same feeling I got near the hidden chambers in the dungeons,' Max reflected, his thoughts spiraling deeper.

His breathing steadied as he pieced it together, the fragmented memories aligning with precision.

'I could sense the hidden chambers because of my Three Dimensional Body skill,' Max reasoned, recalling how that skill allowed him to perceive the subtle distortions of space and reality. 'But this time, I didn't even activate the skill, and yet, I felt it... from her.'

Max's gaze fixed on Amelia as he pondered the connection between the two cases.

'The hidden chambers in the dungeons were spaces detached from reality—a void, a realm outside the norm. What if...?' Max's heart pounded as the pieces clicked into place. 'What if Amelia used something similar? To block Bruce's attack, she must have manipulated space—or even the void itself. That's why the attack never touched her. It didn't fail; it couldn't reach her.'

His thoughts surged with clarity, yet his chest tightened. This understanding didn't settle his mind; it provoked a storm within.