Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 2060 One Move!

Inside the arena, Greyjin grinned savagely. "Let me show you what happens when a Law Manifestation Realm weakling acts arrogant in front of the Dragon Race."

His Pseudo Cosmic Path erupted fully. "Pseudo Cosmic Path, Blackscale Ruin Dragon."

The dragon phantom behind him roared without sound, and the entire virtual arena trembled. Greyjin's body shot forward like a meteor wrapped in gray-black dragon light.

His claw stretched toward Max, carrying the full weight of his Half-Dragon Transformation, dragon bloodline, and Pseudo Cosmic Path. The attack tore through the air, leaving long black cracks across the space of the arena.

It looked like a blow meant to crush Max into dust.

But Max didn't move. He stood where he was, calm and silent. His expression didn't change even as Greyjin's attack rushed toward him with overwhelming pressure. His eyes stayed steady, no fear in them. To others, it looked like he'd been stunned by the speed and strength of the attack, but anyone watching closely felt something different.

Max wasn't frozen. He was waiting.

The moment Greyjin erupted with his full strength, Max finally moved his aura. But what rose from him wasn't sword intent. It wasn't the Emotion Severing Path. It wasn't black flames, dimensional power, or any of the other terrifying abilities hidden inside him.

This time, Max wanted to test something else. His physical body.

'A Dragon Race genius who specializes in raw strength,' Max thought calmly. 'There won't be many better chances than this.'

In the next instant, a deep power awakened inside his body.

The first Divine Vein opened. The Vein of Origin. A profound aura spread through Max's body, strengthening his foundation from its deepest level. It felt like the source of his life and power had been touched, and every part of him became more stable, more complete, and terrifyingly pure.

Then the second Divine Vein opened. The Vein of Vitality. A vast life force surged through him like an ancient ocean. His blood turned heavier, his flesh grew more vigorous, and his body seemed to hold a nearly endless reserve of endurance and recovery. Even from outside the Battle Space, some spectators could feel the sudden rise of vitality around him.

Then came the third Divine Vein. The Vein of Strength. Max's muscles tightened, though they didn't swell in some exaggerated way. Instead, his body grew denser, as if every bone, tendon, and drop of blood had been refined into something far beyond ordinary flesh. A silent but terrifying physical pressure spread from him.

The fourth Divine Vein opened. The Vein of Speed. The world around Max seemed to slow slightly. His senses sharpened, his body grew lighter, and every movement available to him felt faster and smoother than before. It wasn't just movement speed either. His reactions, blood flow, physical coordination, and battle response all climbed together.

The fifth Divine Vein followed. The Vein of Resilience. His body turned into something like an ancient divine weapon tempered through countless disasters. His skin, bones, organs, and meridians grew stronger, and a dense defensive power spread through him without forming any visible armor. His body itself simply became harder to injure.

Outside the Battle Space, plenty of people noticed something was off.

"What's happening to him?"

"His cultivation hasn't changed, but his physical aura's rising."

"That's not ordinary body cultivation."

"Wait. Is that the Seven Divine Veins?"

On the Primordial side, Daniel's eyes sharpened for the first time.

Anna froze.

Damian smiled faintly.

Revona's gaze turned serious too.

But Max still wasn't satisfied. Five Divine Veins weren't enough. Before entering the Godslayer's Pilgrimage, he'd already opened the sixth vein of the Seven Divine Veins. Until now, he hadn't gotten many chances to test the full strength of his body with six veins open together.

Greyjin was a Dragon Race genius, someone born with monstrous physical strength and terrifying dragon bloodline power. If Max wanted to measure the current limit of his physical body, this opponent was nearly perfect.

So Max opened the sixth Divine Vein against him without hesitation.

The Vein of Instinct.

The moment it awakened, Max's entire presence changed. His eyes turned frighteningly calm. His body no longer seemed to need thought before movement. Every muscle, every nerve, every drop of blood, and every strand of power inside him seemed to know exactly what to do.

His instincts sharpened to an almost impossible level, and Greyjin's incoming attack, which had looked like a terrifying dragon meteor to the crowd, appeared in Max's perception with absolute clarity.

The angle. The speed. The force. The weakness. Everything was clear.

At that exact moment, Greyjin arrived in front of him. The claw wrapped in Blackscale Ruin Dragon power descended toward Max with full force. The gray-black dragon phantom behind Greyjin roared, and the destructive pressure around the attack surged to its peak. The entire arena seemed to tremble under that single blow.

Then Max raised his hand. He extended one finger.

Outside the Battle Space, the crowd seemed to hold its breath.

Greyjin's full-powered attack struck Max's finger.

Silence fell. No explosion. No shockwave. No scene of Max getting crushed into the ground. Greyjin's claw simply stopped.

The full power of his Half-Dragon Transformation, the might of his Dragon Race body, and the force of his Pseudo Cosmic Path all got blocked by a single finger.

For one breath, nobody understood what they were seeing.

Greyjin's golden pupils shrank violently. "What..."

Before he could finish speaking, Max looked at him calmly. Then he flicked his finger. A tiny movement. Almost casual. But the moment that flick landed, the power gathered in Greyjin's body shattered.

The gray-black dragon phantom behind him broke apart first. Then the scales across his arm cracked, his Half-Dragon Transformation collapsed, and the destructive force of his Pseudo Cosmic Path got crushed into nothing.

The impact passed through his body in an instant, and Greyjin's entire battle projection disintegrated from the point of contact.

No blood. No scream. His body simply shattered into countless particles of fading light, erased so completely it looked like the Battle Space itself had removed him from existence.

Greyjin was dead inside the virtual arena. The battle ended in a single exchange.