Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1345 Shock to Silence

Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...

Lucia recognized Max as the young mortal who had once defeated her in a bet during a distant world, filling her with dread over the wager on his arena match against the formidable Raul. Despite Jaden's doubts about Max's lower sixth-level Divine Rank facing Raul's tenth level, the battle began with Raul's arrogant dismissal. Max unleashed crackling lightning and 1200 Draconic Essences in a single devastating punch, hurling Raul from the arena and igniting the colosseum in stunned frenzy as spectators grappled with the impossible display of power.

In the spectator stands above, Lucia and Jaden remained rooted in place, their faces devoid of expression as if their thoughts had briefly vanished, the spectacle unfolding below shocking them so deeply that even inhaling air seemed out of place. For an instant, it felt like their spirits had departed, their gazes locked onto the serene silhouette positioned in the arena underneath.

"Damn it, he took down Raul with a single strike. Max is genuinely a genius," Jaden remarked at last, recovering her wits, her tone brimming with undisguised awe.

Yet Lucia showed no joy whatsoever, her mouth quivering while she gazed at Max with a mix of tangled feelings in her eyes. "Damn this guy. Whenever I encounter him, misfortune strikes me," she grumbled under her breath before releasing a soft sigh.

"Now all we can do is pray that Raul claims victory in at least one of his upcoming two fights. Should he drop both and we forfeit the wager…" Her words faded as visions of the fallout filled her mind, her heart clenching over the stakes she had risked, since the mere idea of defeat brought tears to her eyes.

"With Max proving such a prodigy, shouldn't we consider bringing him into our Grims Family?" Jaden suggested, shooting another look at Max and observing his unflappable poise amid the uproar he had sparked.

"He's already been taken on as a named disciple by Aunt Virelia," Lucia answered, a faint grin emerging on her features at last. "She brought him in earlier because his power was still quite low, and the requirement for him to become her formal disciple involved reaching the Divine Realm first. Only then would she fully accept him."

"That sounds logical," Jaden agreed with a gradual nod, her eyes lingering on Max, now sparked with greater curiosity than earlier.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the victor of this clash is Max Morgan!" The announcer proclaimed the outcome of the duel between Max and Raul.

Right then, the fellow who had previously urged Max to treat the fight lightly regardless of defeat against Raul froze in utter astonishment, his brain racing to comprehend the event he had beheld since the result surpassed every prediction or fancy he held.

He gaped at the arena in shock, mentally rerunning the moment over and over, but regardless of the repetitions, he failed to grasp how a sixth-level Divine Rank warrior had hurled a peak Divine Rank powerhouse airborne with one fist.

"Warrior Max, head back to the stands," the announcer's call echoed distinctly, piercing Max's hearing while the clamor in the colosseum gradually subsided.

A slight furrow creased Max's brow upon hearing that, for he had zero desire to squander a full day idling as matches got arranged sequentially. His aim was to wrap up his leftover bouts swiftly and move on, given that sticking around offered scant purpose after his display.

"I want to begin my next fight immediately," Max declared boldly, his words booming through the arena as he directed his sight to the booth issuing the calls. "Is that possible?"

As soon as he spoke, the audience exploded anew, their response surging with even wilder energy than Max had foreseen.

"Yeah, kick off Max's next fight. I crave more of his battles," a voice yelled with thrill, swiftly backed by a multitude voicing identical desires.

"One more round," cried another, rapidly amplified by a massive wave repeating his name repeatedly as the whole colosseum quaked from their fervor.

"I want to see Max fight!"

Before long, the full colosseum thundered with chants of Max's name.

"What in the world?" Max whispered to himself, truly taken aback by the unfolding madness. He had merely sought an extra bout to hasten the end, but the throng resembled a horde of deranged fans, their stares alight with eagerness as they bellowed nonstop for his following clash.

The intense passion aimed at him stunned Max profoundly, as such a response was utterly foreign to him and exceeded far what one win should provoke.

"With the whole audience eager for Max's subsequent battle, it shall commence," the announcer stated promptly, his tone swelling with zeal to match the pressing plea.

Instantly after, Max's name lit up vividly in the heavens over the arena, while a second name raced swiftly alongside it, cycling through numerous options before decelerating. In a flash, it halted, revealing the upcoming pairing for all to witness.

Max versus Dean.

"Warrior Dean, enter the arena," the announcer's command resounded, carrying broadly through the colosseum and slicing past the fading thrill like a keen edge. This time, the declaration bore extra gravity, and as it reverberated, the vibe in the arena shifted palpably right away.

Shortly thereafter, a burly figure of substantial girth advanced steadily to the arena, clutching a massive axe that seemed featherlight in his hold. Every stride he made radiated a suffocating aura, instantly gripping the crowd in an eerie hush.

Those who had bellowed Max's name mere seconds prior quieted down bit by bit, their enthusiasm ebbing as a strained stillness enveloped the colosseum, reduced to just Dean's footfalls and the subtle grind of gravel underfoot.

This abrupt plunge from roaring acclaim to total quiet drew a mild scowl from Max in the arena, his eyes rising to the nearing form. He sensed the alteration in the atmosphere, thick and subdued, like the entire gathering withheld their breaths.

As Max peered forward at last, the colossal shape strode completely into the arena, his immense stature and presence seizing total focus. This lone person had quelled the vast colosseum single-handedly, compelling even the wildest onlookers to clamp their lips the instant he emerged.