Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1346 Silencing the crowd again!

"Crap, Max is in real trouble now. I didn't expect Dean to step up against him. Such awful fortune," a voice grumbled from the audience seats, laced with sorrow while gazes throughout the colosseum shifted to the hulking form positioned across from Max.

The earlier calm tension thickened further, whispers rippling out as folks recalled precisely who Dean embodied in the Divine Colosseum and the formidable presence he held.

"Indeed, no one saw Dean clashing with Max coming," another onlooker remarked, head wagging in dismay.

"Dean swept through all ten of his fights before and took on the Grim Gladiator, though he lost in the end. Ever since then, he's barely shown up for arena bouts."

A third commenter chimed in knowingly, noting the special perks for residents of the Divine Colosseum, and after facing the Grim Gladiator, Dean likely earned those, accounting for his infrequent fights.

"Max has my sympathies," another person breathed out. "He's got solid power, but Dean's known for his beastly might, and a glance shows whose punches hit harder."

Following that short hush, the spectators burst into noise again, yet this round lacked thrill or praise for Max. Rather, it brimmed with compassion and defeat, since nobody there thought Max stood a shot versus Dean. To them, the result felt sealed long before the clash started.

"What's your take?" Jaden queried, facing Lucia with a grave look, scanning for traces of worry or hesitation.

"Max will take this one without breaking a sweat," Lucia answered, offering a steady grin that clashed boldly with the audience's vibe.

"How can you be so sure about him?" Jaden pressed, evidently taken aback by Lucia's assurance.

"At the very least, demanding back-to-back fights with no breaks shows faith in your own abilities," Lucia noted, her stare fixed on Max down in the arena. "Max jumping straight into a second round after the first tells me he doesn't fear Divine Rank fighters one bit. As far as I can tell, he's already eyeing the Grim Gladiator."

She halted for a moment, then continued that she figured Max aimed to secure his release right there as Aunt Virelia set up an escape for him.

Jaden eyed Lucia intently, face showing mixed feelings. "You're putting way too much faith in him. Sure, Max is brilliant, but don't sleep on Dean—he's no pushover."

"We'll find out soon enough," Lucia replied with a subtle grin, shifting her focus back to the arena where the showdown was set to kick off.

"Got any final thoughts?" Dean boomed at Max, his tone as crushing and dominant as his gigantic build, weighing on the arena and thickening the very atmosphere.

"Planning to finish me off?" Max responded evenly, his voice more intrigued than cautious as he regarded Dean without a trace of strain.

"Nah," Dean answered after a short delay. "I could end you without facing consequences, but I don't despise you that much. Still, my orders are to beat you bad enough that you can't keep battling onward." His statement came out straightforward and truthful, free of spite, like he was just relaying an unalterable truth.

"That right?" Max murmured, nodding deliberately, a slight smirk forming as if Dean's declaration entertained him more than worried him. "So, who strikes first?" he followed up, stance loose while awaiting the reply.

"That'd be me, naturally," Dean grinned back, fingers clamping tighter on his enormous axe. Right then, bursts of mana erupted wildly from him, flowing out like a hidden wave as he hoisted the blade overhead and brought it crashing toward Max with fearsome might.

The axe channeled the fifth level concept of strength, its force amplifying as it fell, unleashing a crushing force that looked ready to cleave the arena in two.

Max just gave a faint smile back, igniting the 1200 Draconic Essences inside him anew, their energy racing through his bloodstream in a precise but fierce rush. He lifted his left arm and blocked the incoming axe directly, a massive crash resounding across the Divine Colosseum as his hand halted the strike with surprising simplicity, grinding it to a full stop.

Before Dean had a chance to respond, Max balled his right hand into a fist and thrust it ahead, smashing it squarely into Dean's bulky form with ruinous power.

The collision burst out with a roaring blast, hurling Dean airborne like a projectile, his huge body ripping through the sky as he soared right beyond the Divine Colosseum's bounds.

As Dean's colossal frame got blasted from the Divine Colosseum, the whole arena's world appeared to stop dead, like time got slammed to a halt by the unbelievable sight they'd beheld.

No shouts rang out, no sharp intakes of breath came, and zero sounds emerged from the throng of watchers in the seats, for all had plunged into total quiet, brains reeling from trying to grasp if this could truly be happening.

Expressions froze in stark astonishment, jaws slackened a bit, and stares stayed bulging while tracking the path Dean had blasted through the air, grappling with the idea that a fighter who'd faced the Grim Gladiator got crushed so savagely and casually.

Even the announcer, always quick to broadcast after key moments, stayed rooted, thoughts wiped clean as he gawked at the arena ground where Max lingered composed.

The announcement of Max's triumph that was due wouldn't form, trapped amid stun and incredulity, marking the first instance in Divine Colosseum annals without an instant call to close a fight.

The heavy stillness dragged on, dense and choking, as though the colosseum's crowd had all lost the ability to inhale, much less utter a word.

Max stayed planted in the arena's heart, form easy and patient, but viewing him only intensified the awe holding the assembly in thrall.

Nobody risked voicing his name, nobody ventured to shatter the hush, since the display had demolished all their notions of Divine Rank prowess.