Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 792: A Full on assault!

"I will give you one last chance," June said, her voice ringing out cold as though she were some celestial judge passing divine sentence upon a mortal soul.

Her eyes, sharp as shards of sapphire, never wavered as they bored into Max, her lips curving into an imperious line. "Surrender yourself to Thunder Monarch Hall for killing Julio," she continued, her tone dripping with calm certainty, "otherwise I will kill you." She spoke the words not as a threat, but as an inevitability—a simple fact of the universe, as if Max’s life and death was nothing but a simple task for her.

But Max only tilted his head slightly, a sneer curling across his lips, a faint glimmer of mocking light dancing in his golden eyes.

He spat back with a voice brimming with contempt and scorn, "Don’t worry. I might die at any time, by anyone... but a bitch can never kill me." The words cut through the air like knives, each syllable heavy with defiance and disdain, as if he’d just spat in the face of fate itself.

June’s eyes narrowed, her flawless features tightening into an expression of chilling fury as the temperature seemed to drop around her. "Then you can die," she said, her voice low and deadly cold, carrying the weight of an executioner’s verdict.

The moment the words left her mouth, the very space around her seemed to hum with rising energy, like the crescendo of a thousand unseen drums. And then, without warning, the air exploded into a storm of blue brilliance as hundreds upon hundreds of gleaming swords materialized in a single breath, spiraling into existence around Max from every possible angle.

Each blade was formed of pure condensed energy, edges shimmering as though they were forged from solid blue colored light, vibrating faintly with lethal intent. The sky above and the ground below seemed to blur into an ocean of swords, walls of glittering steel encircling Max until he stood isolated in a glimmering prison of death.

What made the sight even more terrifying was the aura each sword exuded—a terrifying, razor-sharp pressure that made even the charged winds hiss and retreat. Every single blade pulsed with the fierce glow of the level 2 concept of weapons, the runes along their lengths blazing like miniature suns, enhancing not merely their cutting power but their penetrative force and speed to an entirely new level of lethality.

Standing a safe distance away, Josh’s eyes were wide, his tone tinged with reluctant awe as he watched the spectacle unfold. "Her class, Energy Materialization, is crazy," he muttered, his voice hushed as if afraid to draw the attention of those hovering swords. "The stuff she can do with it... it’s beyond imagination." He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the glittering cage forming around Max, each blade radiating lethal promise.

Beside him, Scott’s expression was tight and serious, his brow furrowed as his sharp eyes traced the seamless fluidity with which June manipulated her arsenal. "It’s said that she’s one of the favorites to get into the top twenty of the Heaven Mandate Grand Tournament two years from now," he said, his tone solemn, heavy with the weight of implication.

"Top twenty?" Frank scoffed, an arrogant glint sparking in his eyes as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, his voice cutting through the crackling tension in the air like a blade. "Miss June has plans to enter the top ten." His words landed like a bolt of lightning themselves, laced with unwavering confidence, as though he were merely stating an indisputable fact rather than a boast.

"Top ten?" Both Josh and Scott blurted out in unison, their eyes going wide as saucers, shock etched deep into the hard lines of their faces. Even Derek, usually the enjoying everything, stiffened visibly, his eyes flickering with a rare flash of astonishment as he stared at Frank. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

For a few heartbeats, silence reigned among them, broken only by the low rumbling of the hundreds of blue swords surrounding Max, as if the very heavens were reacting to the magnitude of what had just been said.

In the competitive and savage world of the Middle Domain, the top twenty of the Heaven Mandate Grand Tournament had always been dominated by Heaven Grade geniuses—the elite prodigies of the seven overlord forces and the Four God Nation.

To simply step into that realm was already a feat so rare and monumental that entire forces would devote generations to producing even a single contender capable of the achievement.

The top ten, however, was another world entirely—a rarified space reserved for the absolute monsters among Heaven Grade geniuses, those whose names alone could send shockwaves across the Middle Domain, reshaping alliances, and striking fear into forces and nations alike.

For Frank to so casually proclaim that June aimed for the top ten was to elevate her not merely into the ranks of elites but among the potential rulers of the next era.

And just as the gravity of Frank’s words still hung thick in the air, June’s cold, crystalline voice rang out like the death knell of a condemned soul. "Then you can die." Her sapphire eyes glowed icily beneath the boiling clouds, and with a sharp flick of her wrist, she unleashed her attack.

Instantly, the swarm of blue swords that encircled Max surged inward like a collapsing star, moving with deadly, fluid precision.

Whish! Whish! Whish!

The sound was a high-pitched symphony of steel slicing through the storm-tossed wind, each blade blurring into blue streaks of light as they rained down upon Max from every angle—above, below, and from all sides.

The sheer quantity of swords transformed the very air into a whirling vortex of lethal edges, so dense and fast that it created a localized storm of cutting wind and flickering azure radiance.

Sparks exploded where blades scraped against each other mid-flight, and the force of their collective descent punched into the ground like a meteor strike, sending out a shockwave that kicked up a towering column of dust and pulverized stone.

The earth cratered inward under the brutal onslaught, splinters of rock spiraling outward in a deadly spray as the rain hissed upon the superheated edges of energy swords. It was as though a small sun had detonated at the center of the battlefield, its glare cloaking everything from view.