Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max could feel the profound insight he had just grasped, each word he'd spoken, each thought that had flickered through his mind, carving itself into the foundation of his comprehension. It wasn't just a battle anymore—it was growth, evolution.

He knew deep down that without the immense pressure of that divine-like golden palm, without the sheer will needed to cut through it, he would've never been able to touch that next layer of understanding.

The sword wasn't just an extension of his will now—it was becoming his will.

And yet, it was still so far.

Max had been using the words of the owner of the Concept of Severing Sword like profound comprehension every time he gained some understanding. He had yet to add his own understanding to it.

Until he could do that, Max knew he was far, very far away from truly understanding the Concept of the Severing Sword.

Before the silence could settle too long, Noah's voice broke through, cheerful and bright despite the destruction of his attack. "Friend, you are amazing!" he said with a smile, his eyes filled with genuine admiration and excitement. "You didn't try to block my palm… you just cut it. Like it was nothing. That was… incredible!"

There was no bitterness in his tone, no resentment—only pure fascination. He wasn't disappointed that his attack had failed. In fact, he looked thrilled, almost like a child witnessing something miraculous for the first time. His entire expression lit up, his aura surging again with renewed intent.

"But," he added, stepping forward, his golden energy beginning to rise with a strange rhythm, "I haven't used my strongest attack yet."

Max could feel it instantly. The atmosphere shifted again, as if the world was holding its breath. The ground beneath Noah shimmered with a faint golden hue, the air trembling slightly with each word he spoke.

"I'm going to use my strongest move now, friend," Noah said, his smile calm, yet filled with battle spirit. "Be prepared."

"Strongest attack?" Max frowned, his brows knitting together as a sense of unease rose in his chest. If that last golden palm, which felt like trying to slice apart a mountain forged by gods, wasn't Noah's strongest move… then what on earth could be?

He tried not to let the tension show on his face, but his muscles had already started to tighten. The air around them stilled, and then—Noah moved.

Once again, the young man extended his palm toward Max, his expression as serene and composed as ever. But this time… something was different. As his palm began to glow, a deep golden light erupted from his back. The very space behind Noah twisted like a vortex, and from that light, a vague yet towering shadow began to form—a golden Buddha, seated in meditation, its eyes half-lidded, its aura vast and boundless.

The moment the Buddha's presence took shape, the entire battlefield seemed to change. The wind stopped. The birds in the forest fled. Even the trees seemed to bow ever so slightly in reverence—or fear.

Max's breath hitched. He felt it in his bones first. A heavy, crushing pressure that made even the air feel like it had turned to stone. It wasn't just power—it was divinity. The shadow of the Buddha radiated an overwhelming spiritual force, and it wasn't silent. Max could hear it now—low chants, ancient and holy, echoing in his ears like a distant temple bell.

The same golden palm from earlier began to form again, but this time… it was different. It was as if the Buddha shadow itself was feeding into it, blessing it, empowering it. The golden glow pulsed with layered intensity, thicker and denser than before. The very light it emitted made the world seem dim by comparison.

Max staggered a step backward, the Buddhist pressure hammering against his mind and soul. It felt like he was standing before a divine judgment—not a battle. His Three Dimensional Body shook subtly under the weight, and for the first time, he realized… this wasn't just a technique. This was faith turned into force. Philosophy shaped into destruction.

'This pressure… it's suffocating,' Max thought, gritting his teeth as the golden palm began to descend again, its sheer size dwarfing the entire hill. If this was a pressure from someone way stronger than Max, his title "Primordial" would have negated it but this pressure was from someone whose strength was on his level.

Noah stood calmly, his voice like a whisper on the wind: "Buddha's Judgment Palm."

The moment Noah uttered the name—"Buddha's Judgment Palm"—the world itself seemed to freeze.

The shadow behind him fully materialized now—a colossal golden Buddha, its form towering like a divine mountain, faint and hazy but undeniable in its majesty. Its eyes, half-closed in eternal wisdom, slowly opened—two golden suns staring down with silent authority.

The sheer presence of the Buddha felt as if a holy realm had descended upon the battlefield, swallowing everything in a golden glow. The chants in the air grew louder, layered, ancient, each syllable heavy with karmic weight.

Noah's outstretched palm glowed brighter—pure radiant gold, but now layered with flowing sacred runes that coiled like divine serpents along his fingers and wrist, pulsating with every beat of his heart.

And then—the final form of the attack revealed itself.

A giant golden palm, hundreds of meters wide, slowly descended from the sky, formed from divine light and Buddhist power. But this time, it wasn't just a palm—it had six shining golden arms, all connected to the vague form of the Buddha in the sky.

Each hand formed a mudra—one for suppression, one for karma, one for purification, one for judgment, one for compassion, and one... for absolute annihilation.

The six hands joined as one, overlapping into a single, titanic palm, aimed straight at Max.

Golden lotus petals spun in the air, surrounding the palm like a blooming storm. Rings of golden scripture rotated behind it, spinning faster and faster as the attack charged. The earth below cracked from the sheer pressure even before the palm moved. The skies roared, clouds parting, revealing a dome of golden light that trapped the battlefield in a sacred cage.

Max stared up at it.

It wasn't just an attack.

It was judgment incarnate.

A palm that could crush not just his body—but his very existence, his will, his sins, his path.

The palm began to descend.

Slow. Unstoppable. Inevitable.

Like the heavens had grown tired… and had decided to end everything with a single divine strike.

"This...!" Elder Drew's eyes widened, his usually calm demeanor cracking under the weight of shock. "The ancient Bright Buddha Inheritance! But how could this be?"

His voice trembled slightly as he stared at the golden palm descending from the sky, accompanied by the vague yet divine figure of the golden Buddha looming in the heavens like an eternal judge.

There was a very real reason for his disbelief—not mere surprise at a strong technique, but utter disbelief at what his eyes were showing him. This wasn't just any powerful palm attack. It was the manifestation of a legendary inheritance, one that the Great Ruler Empire had long believed to be incomplete, sealed, or at the very least far beyond the reach of any experts below the Legend Rank.