Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1646 Vein of Strength - 1

Facing a barrage of weapons and more than a dozen killing intents focused on him simultaneously, Max maintained an unnerving calm, as if the imminent danger posed no threat whatsoever. Not a flicker of nervousness crossed his face despite the overwhelming hostility converging from all directions.

A smile, however, began to bloom across his features.

This wasn't his usual composed smile; it was one brimming with undeniable excitement, as if he'd finally unearthed something to alleviate a long-standing boredom. An eager anticipation gleamed in his eyes, a dangerous glint that intensified with the greed and overconfidence radiating from the disciples below.

These participants were convinced that Max's lower cultivation realm, combined with their superior numbers, would be enough to overwhelm him. The sheer certainty etched on their faces only fueled the battle spirit within Max.

In their eyes, this trial was completely stacked in their favor.

They perceived Max as weak.

They believed his past successes were mere luck or fleeting brilliance, incapable of overcoming the advantage of superior cultivation.

This very notion struck Max as exquisitely amusing.

The seven-colored lightning crackling around his body intensified as he descended from the sky with unhurried grace, pausing just meters above the ground. His gaze calmly swept over every participant gathered below.

The subtle smile on his lips widened, as though he had already foreseen the battle's conclusion before it had even commenced.

"So, you've all decided to target me first?" Max inquired lightly, his tone devoid of anger or fear, instead carrying an almost amused inflection.

The disciple armed with the colossal battle axe responded with a cold sneer, stepping forward slightly and leveling the heavy weapon at Max.

"You should feel honored," he taunted boastfully. "Not every participant is deemed a valuable enough target during this trial."

Another participant nearby let out a harsh laugh, gripping his weapon tighter.

"You only have yourself to blame for standing out too much in the previous trials," he stated coldly. "Now, everyone is after your points."

The disciple wielding the black saber slowly raised his weapon, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Surrender your points and eliminate yourself peacefully," he commanded in a voice that was calm yet menacing. "Otherwise, what follows will be exceedingly painful for you."

Upon hearing these words, Max let out a soft chuckle, as if he'd just heard the world's funniest joke.

Then, he uttered a single word.

"Come."

The instant that word escaped his lips, the entire atmosphere was irrevocably transformed.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure erupted violently from Max's body, akin to a slumbering monster finally awakening. The ground beneath him instantly fractured, colossal cracks rapidly spreading across the clearing, tearing through the earth. Nearby trees shuddered violently under the force of the expanding pressure wave.

Innumerable leaves were ripped from their branches and flung skyward as the sheer power radiating from Max visibly distorted the surrounding air.

The expressions of the surrounding disciples shifted drastically.

"What is this pressure?!" one participant exclaimed in shock, his face draining of color.

"This aura..." another disciple muttered, instinctively taking a step back.

Before anyone could further react, Max slowly clenched his fist.

At that precise moment, the Third Divine Vein within the Seven Divine Veins opened entirely within his body.

The Vein of Strength.

Boom!!!

An overwhelming surge of power exploded from within Max, like a volcanic eruption that had been dammed for far too long. The blood coursing through his veins roared violently as unimaginable physical strength flooded every muscle, every bone, and every cell with terrifying intensity.

Veins faintly glowing beneath his skin pulsed with immense energy, while the surrounding space itself warped under the pressure radiating from him.

This was the very first time Max had unleashed the full might of the Vein of Strength in an actual combat scenario since its awakening.

And the effect was nothing short of horrifying.

The surrounding disciples felt as though an invisible mountain had been suddenly placed upon their shoulders. Several participants staggered backward involuntarily, their eyes beginning to betray a nascent fear.

"This..." the disciple with the black saber stammered in disbelief, his eyes wide as he stared at Max.

"How can a cultivator at the ninth level of Law Awakening release such a formidable power?!"

Max's head lifted slowly. At that precise instant, even without employing any laws, concepts, or combat techniques, the sheer physical might erupting from his body alone exuded an overwhelming and oppressive aura upon everyone present.

It was unadulterated strength.

Absolute might.

The Vein of Strength elevated Max's physical power to such an absurd degree that even the most minuscule movement of his body caused the surrounding atmosphere to tremble subtly, as if the very fabric of space struggled to withstand the monstrous force surging within him.

The woman brandishing twin daggers felt her heart rate surge uncontrollably, her primal instincts screaming of imminent danger.

"This pressure... it's perilous!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with palpable fear.

The wielder of the battle axe clenched his jaw, a sheen of sweat slowly forming on his brow.

"No," he stated forcefully, attempting to anchor himself. "He's merely posturing. There's no way his true power can match this aura."

Yet, even as these words left his lips, a deep-seated uncertainty began to flicker within his eyes.

Max lowered his gaze to his own hand, slowly, savoring the immense power coursing through his entire being. The sensation was almost intoxicating. Boundless strength overflowed from the depths of his core with such overwhelming intensity that it genuinely felt as though he could shatter mountains with his bare fists.

Then, abruptly—

Max vanished.

Boom!

The ground where he had been standing instantly fractured and exploded outward, a concussive force generated by his movement alone.

The pupils of several disciples constricted violently.

"So swift!"

Before anyone could fully process the event, Max had already materialized directly before the battle axe wielder.

The disciple's expression contorted drastically as raw, instinctive terror erupted within his mind. He let out a loud roar, raising his battle axe and channeling every iota of his power into a defensive stance.

However, Max simply thrust a fist forward.

He employed no sword intent.

He wielded no lightning.

He utilized no concepts, laws, or martial techniques.

It was a solitary punch, augmented solely by the Vein of Strength.

The instant that fist met the colossal axe—

Boom!!!

A deafening concussive blast tore through the clearing as the enormous battle axe disintegrated instantaneously under the terrifying force of Max's strike. The disciple behind it violently spat a mouthful of blood, his defenses utterly crushed. His body was propelled backward like a discarded puppet, smashing through dozens of towering trees in succession.

A profound silence descended upon the entire clearing.

Every single individual stared at the scene with unadulterated horror.

One punch.

Merely a single punch.

And a participant at the peak of the Law Refinement Realm had been utterly vanquished, completely devoid of any means to resist.

Before the others could even shake off their initial shock, Max moved once more.

His form became a blur across the battlefield, moving with a speed that outpaced their very vision.

Boom!

A spear shattered into countless fragments.

Boom!

A massive hammer detonated instantly.

Boom!

Another participant was sent hurtling skyward, coughing up blood uncontrollably.

Wherever Max's path led, destruction followed in his wake.

The genuinely alarming aspect was that he had still refrained from employing even a single concept or combat technique throughout the entire engagement.

His reliance was purely on the raw physical prowess bestowed by the Vein of Strength.

And that strength alone proved more than sufficient to utterly dominate geniuses at the peak of the Law Refinement Realm, making them appear as powerless as mere mortals before him.