Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1710 Hundred Thousand KP!

The demon's crimson eyes widened violently.

His hands were still gripping the handle of the warhammer, and his thick arms were still bulging with strength, but no matter how hard he pushed down, no matter how much demonic energy he poured into his body, the weapon did not move even an inch. It was as if the warhammer had been caught by an immovable divine mountain.

"Impossible," the demon muttered, his arrogant sneer vanishing completely from his face.

That single word came out of his mouth with raw disbelief.

He could not understand it.

He could not accept it.

A human had stopped his full-powered hammer strike with one hand, and this human had done it without releasing any terrifying aura, without revealing any divine power, and without even taking half a step back.

Max looked up at the demon and smiled faintly.

"That is all?"

The demon's heart trembled the moment he heard those three words.

Before he could react, Max tightened his fingers around the head of the warhammer.

Crack.

A sharp sound echoed through the arena.

The demon's expression changed instantly.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

More cracks spread across the massive warhammer, and the thick metal surface began to cave inward under Max's fingers as if it were not forged from powerful demonic iron, but from soft clay.

The demon poured more strength into his arms and tried to pull the weapon back, but the warhammer remained trapped in Max's hand, unable to move, unable to resist, unable to escape the terrifying pressure crushing it from within.

Then Max applied a little more force.

Bang!

The huge warhammer was crushed apart in his hand.

Fragments of twisted metal burst outward, and the remaining handle shook violently in the demon's grip before becoming completely useless. The demon staggered backward with a pale face, his hands trembling as he stared at the ruined weapon, and for the first time since entering the arena, real fear appeared in his eyes.

Outside the arena, the watching participants were frozen in place.

The humans stared at Max as if they were seeing a monster hidden beneath human skin.

The demons, who had been laughing and shouting for Max to be smashed to death a moment ago, now stood with stiff expressions, their confidence crushed together with that warhammer.

Even the elves, who usually maintained their elegant calm no matter what happened, could no longer hide the shock in their eyes.

Nick was no exception.

He had always believed that Max would easily take care of the first battle, and he had never doubted that this demon would lose, but even he had not expected Max to be this overwhelming.

He had imagined Max dodging the attack, blocking it with a technique, or perhaps using one of his terrifying powers to suppress the demon, but Max had done none of that.

He had simply raised his hand.

He had grabbed the warhammer.

Then he had crushed it.

Nick stared at Max from outside the arena, his throat moving slightly as he swallowed with difficulty, and even though he knew Max was strong, this scene still shook him beyond belief.

"This guy..." Nick muttered under his breath, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Just how strong is he now?"

Max looked at the demon's horrified expression and smiled, but that smile did not carry the slightest warmth.

"Now leave behind your Killing Points."

The demon's body stiffened the moment those words entered his ears, and before he could even recover from the shock of seeing his warhammer crushed like worthless scrap metal, Max's figure suddenly blurred from where he stood.

There was no loud movement, no visible preparation, and no warning at all. One instant, Max was standing amid the shattered remains of the arena, and in the next instant, he had already appeared directly in front of the demon like a shadow that had crossed space itself.

The demon's pupils contracted violently.

Too fast.

Max was far too fast.

The demon wanted to retreat, but his body could not respond in time, and the fear that had just taken root in his heart seemed to freeze his limbs in place. The same human he had mocked only moments ago now stood before him like an executioner, and the overwhelming confidence he once carried had been crushed together with his weapon.

Max slowly clenched his fist.

Brilliant star-like radiance erupted from his knuckles, and countless tiny specks of dazzling light gathered around his arm as if a small galaxy had awakened within his flesh. The glow was beautiful, but the power hidden inside it was terrifying, and the moment that stellar energy condensed, the demon felt an indescribable chill rush through his entire body.

"Star Fist."

Max's voice was calm.

Then his fist drove straight into the demon's stomach.

Boom!

The impact exploded with terrifying force, and for a brief instant, the demon's enormous body bent around Max's fist as if all the strength in his body had been shattered at once. His eyes bulged, his mouth opened soundlessly, and the demonic energy around him collapsed before it could even struggle.

Then the brilliant star-like power erupted from within him, tearing through his flesh, bones, organs, and demonic core in a single devastating burst.

In the next moment, the demon was obliterated completely.

There was no corpse left behind.

There was no final scream.

His huge body vanished into scattered fragments of dark light, and only a flood of Killing Points burst out across the arena like countless blood-red sparks. The number above them was so large that the watching participants felt their hearts tremble.

One hundred thousand Killing Points.

For many participants, that was an amount they could only dream of obtaining after countless battles, but now it had scattered across the battlefield after a single punch from Max.

Max did not waste even a breath.

He raised his hand, and the scattered Killing Points immediately surged toward him like streams of crimson light being pulled by an invisible force. One after another, they entered his body, causing the number beside his name to rise rapidly while the ruined arena around him still echoed with the aftermath of that terrifying punch.

[Killing Points +100,000]

[Current Killing Points: 210,000]

In the Combat Hall, if one got killed by other participants in the arena, then they would directly lose all their Killing Points, which was different from normal situations.

Generally, if one were to get killed by another, they would only lose half the killing points at first, but here that rule didn't apply.