[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10":3,"chapter-dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-428":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},130576,198,"Chapter 428 - 428 Broken Sword Moves","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-428",428,"\u003Cp>428: Broken Sword Moves 428: Broken Sword Moves “How strong is he?” Max asked, slowly drawing his sword, its familiar weight grounding him as a flicker of tension coiled through his muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“While alive, he was as strong as a Divine Rank expert of this world,” came the reply, unhurried and emotionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine Rank?!” Max’s voice cracked in disbelief, his eyes widening as his heartbeat instantly quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single phrase hit him like a thunderclap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divine Rank was not just a title—it was the summit, the legendary peak of strength in planet Acaris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Individuals at that level were revered as gods in mortal flesh, capable of splitting mountains with a breath and erasing cities with a flick of their hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max had heard tales, myths even, about Divine Rank beings—but never had he imagined he would face one, even in this kind of trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very idea was staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to be afraid,” the spirit continued, its voice steady, as if to soothe his spiraling thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is but a soul mark, a remnant left by that warrior when he was still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is not here in flesh, nor in full strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This projection will use the same level of strength you currently possess to fight you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You are evenly matched in raw power.” “I see…” Max muttered, exhaling slowly, his eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even with that clarification, he didn’t let his guard down for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Divine Rank expert, even when reduced to his level of power, wasn’t simply a warrior weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man’s years of experience, mastery over countless laws, and perfect refinement of techniques would not have faded with his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts, his rhythm in battle, the deadliness of his timing—they would all still be intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the hands of such a person, even basic moves became fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max understood this clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let’s test its strength,’ Max thought, eyes narrowing as his grip tightened around the hilt of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist-cloaked warrior before him stood silently, unmoving, sword loosely in hand, as if even the act of raising it was unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max stepped forward with no hesitation, his aura surging, and in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance with a burst of speed, slashing his blade horizontally toward the figure’s midsection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strike was fast, fluid, perfectly executed—a move drawn from the Elite Sword Arts, a martial discipline Max had honed to precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment his sword neared its target, the warrior’s blade rose with minimal motion, perfectly angled to parry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash rang out like steel striking a mountain, and Max was forced back a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He weaved in and out, launching a flurry of rapid slashes, spinning strikes, sharp thrusts—every movement an expression of his refined swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grass beneath them tore with the force of each exchange, and gusts of wind exploded from the rhythm of their blades colliding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how fluid Max’s movements were… no matter how sharp, how deliberate, how technically sound—every single strike was blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not parried violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not deflected with overwhelming strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocked—calmly, with eerie precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior’s sword never wavered, never faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It moved only as much as necessary, rotating at the perfect angles, anticipating every blow Max attempted to land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he could read Max’s every thought, every twitch of muscle before it even happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow as he leapt backward, chest rising and falling from the intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough,” he muttered under his breath, eyes flashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath, then lifted his sword and shifted his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elite Sword Arts—Horizontal Break!” he roared, slashing with both arms in a sweeping horizontal arc, his blade generating a violent crescent of sword force that cut through the ground like a divine cleaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind screamed as the arc tore toward the warrior with ferocious intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior’s sword moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple, upward tilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The powerful arc exploded against his defense and vanished into light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max’s eyes widened—but he was already in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elite Sword Arts—Skyfall Split!” he shouted, jumping high into the air, spinning mid-flight and bringing his sword down like a falling meteor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade glowed as it cleaved downward, splitting the air with sheer momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior raised his sword overhead—clang!—and blocked it again, his stance firm like a mountain unmoved by storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max’s feet hit the ground with a thunderous impact, but his expression was grim now, jaw clenched tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura exploded around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then take everything—Elite Sword Arts—Heaven Cleave!” Max howled, sword glowing with radiant light, aura coiling around his arms and blade like a coiling dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged with all the strength left in him, slashing upward diagonally with a strike that could sever boulders, tear through towers, and crush any enemy beneath the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a move forged not from imitation, but from evolution—his personal creation, molded from the very bones of the Elite Sword Arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the other two moves were the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once again, just as the blade neared its target, the warrior’s sword moved ever so slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact was thunderous, shockwaves rippling through the air, the ground beneath the warrior’s feet cracking—but not a step was taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a scratch was made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max stood there, panting, trembling, blade lowered slightly as disbelief shadowed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had used everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every ounce of technique, strength, and will… and yet, the warrior hadn’t even attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only defended—and Max hadn’t been able to break through even once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max’s knuckles tightened on the hilt of his sword as the truth became clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even reduced to his level, a warrior who once stood at the Divine Rank could not be overcome by swordsmanship alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior in front of him hadn’t moved a step, hadn’t even counterattacked once—yet had rendered his most powerful techniques meaningless with mere blocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t brute strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was refinement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max lowered his sword slightly, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady his heart, but his mind was already spiraling into reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why…?’ he thought, eyes narrowing on the motionless figure ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why did none of my attacks work?’ ‘Is it… my mastery over sword aura that’s holding me back?’ He wondered, recalling Blob’s harsh but honest words from earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spread himself thin, juggling multiple laws, dabbling in everything but mastering none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that his sword aura—once his foundation—had grown dull from neglect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or… was it something deeper?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CREATORS’ THOUGHTS ShinGotLost Your gift is the motivation for my creation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Give me more motivation!\u003C\u002Fp>",1117,"2026-05-29T02:56:42.303Z","2026-06-01T04:29:01.835Z",1,"novelbin.me","829ed8e1a683d1b24388afe35bb22edd1af815d45aa4cb5ad03fa695a64bc057","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-429","dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-chapter-427",1648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-10-cover.jpg"]