Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 770: Not Worth For Him

"Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist!"

A thunderous impact rippled outward from his fist, causing even the phantom mountains in the illusion to buckle and collapse in a cascade of glowing rubble. Sparks leapt from his knuckles as he tightened his core, driving every shred of his strength into the blow.

Max repeated the motion over and over, feeling the weight, the unstoppable mass that the technique demanded, until he could almost hear the trumpeting of elephants with each punch he threw.

Sweat drenched his back, yet his eyes blazed with a driven light. Without even a second’s hesitation, he transitioned into the third and final move—the one that had made his blood run hotter the moment he’d read it on the scroll.

He spread his arms, palms out, gathering both the fierce swirling energy of the dragons and the earth-shaking force of the elephants. A violent vortex of wind and lightning swirled around him as he stepped forward, crossing his fists before his chest before exploding outward with both arms in a devastating double punch.

"Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist!"

For an instant, the chamber seemed to split apart under the sheer imaginary pressure of his strike. Dragons and elephants roared in unison, the skies tore open, and mountains shattered into dust. Though it was all illusion, the feedback of spiritual force on his body was very real, pushing his limits and forcing his meridians to expand as he unleashed strike after strike.

Max never paused to rest, not even for a single breath, driven by the grueling training habits he’d honed inside his Dimension of Time. His muscles burned, his veins felt seared with lightning, but he refused to slow down.

He cycled through the three techniques again and again—Dragon Sovereign Sky-Soar Fist, Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist, Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist—each repetition carving deeper mastery into his body and soul.

And though he could not tell how much time had passed outside, Max felt it in every fiber of his being: this chamber was indeed magical. Here, his comprehension surged at a pace that would have taken him days or weeks elsewhere. And he wasn’t going to waste even a single drop of this priceless opportunity.

Like that, an entire day slipped by inside the glowing, echoing expanse of the Void Hall. Max came out of the fist chamber.

"Training my fist techniques in the fist chamber was indeed helpful," Max murmured under his breath as he cast his gaze across the vast interior of the Void Hall. Yet his eyes, sharp and reflective as molten gold, were distant and thoughtful, his brows drawn into a slight furrow. "But compared to what I can accomplish training for a single day inside my Dimension of Time, it isn’t worth wasting a day here in the Void Hall for me."

It wasn’t arrogance that fueled his words, but a cold, clear assessment. The Void Hall was undeniably remarkable—a sanctuary built from profound rune formations and ancient knowledge, its chambers capable of accelerating comprehension and mastery in ways most experts could scarcely imagine.

For the countless warriors of the Middle Domain, it was nothing short of a sacred ground, a place where breakthroughs could be grasped that might otherwise take years of grueling practice.

Yet to Max, it paled beside the terrifying utility of his Dimension of Time. A single hour within his private dimension equaled a full year of relentless training. He could practice the Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist for a day there and emerge with mastery that would take even the Void Hall’s marvels months to impart.

The knowledge left him with a faint twinge of disappointment, not because the Void Hall was lacking, but because he had already surpassed the very limits that made this place so extraordinary to others.

’There are too many people here in the Void Hall,’ Max mused silently, his gaze sweeping across the grand crystal corridors around him. Everywhere he looked, experts of all ages and appearances moved about in endless streams—some with fierce, battle-hardened auras, others exuding scholarly calm, each drawn here to chase after the elusive dream of rapid progress.

The chambers were constantly in use, doors flickering with runes as people entered and exited, clutching scrolls, sparring with illusory opponents, or simply meditating in silence as they absorbed newfound insights.

Yet even amid the shifting crowd, Max found himself drawing glances. It was subtle at first—a pause here, a lingering look there—but gradually, more and more eyes turned his way. Murmurs followed in his wake, quiet conversations full of surprise and speculation.

He could see the flicker of recognition in the eyes of those who’d watched the recent battles, who whispered about the white-haired youth who’d slaughtered ascendants in the Second Circle as though swatting flies.

Max knew why. He was simply too young to belong here, too impossibly youthful to be walking the marble halls of the Void Hall alongside veterans who had been training for decades.

And it wasn’t only his age—it was his power, his aura. Max was certain that he might very well be the only person in the long history of the Hunter Association who had entered the Void Hall while still at the Master Rank level.

Max finally left the glittering corridors of the Void Hall behind, stepping out into the broader halls of the Hunter Association tower. He had the merit points to return another ten times, given the sheer number of ascendants he’d slain on the battlefield, but he decided against it. It wasn’t worth his time—not when his own Dimension of Time existed as a far superior training ground.

Instead, he made his way back to the level zero section, where his friends were waiting.

The moment they saw him, Arlen, Lena, Kael, Sana, and Varek all gathered around, peppering him with eager questions about his experience inside the Void Hall.

Max simply smiled and praised the idea of the place, his voice warm as he shared only good things.

He didn’t mention his disappointment, nor how little benefit the Void Hall offered him compared to his own unique resources. He knew how excited they were about one day stepping into the Void Hall themselves, and he had no desire to dampen that excitement.

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