Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1347 Poor Henry!

A heavy hush lingered for several tense moments, weighing down the Divine Colosseum like an unbreakable seal, until faint murmurs pierced the quiet, voices quivering with astonishment and incredulity as the truth of the spectacle started to settle in.

"Did you all catch that too, or am I just imagining it, since Dean got flung away like he was weightless," a viewer murmured in a rough whisper, his tone scarcely above the thump of his racing pulse.

"This can't be real, it's utterly impossible—Dean made it through a fight with the Grim Gladiator, but he couldn't handle even one clash," someone else uttered, gripping the barrier ahead as though it was the only thing keeping them upright.

"He grabbed that axe bare-handed, the one infused with the level concept of strength, and Max halted it like it was a mere trifle," another voice declared deliberately, each syllable laced with incredulity while their eyes stayed glued to Max's steady form in the arena.

"The announcer hasn't said a word, I've never witnessed a match wrap up this way—it's like the colosseum is frozen in shock," a different person grumbled, only now realizing the usual thunderous call had vanished entirely.

"This goes beyond mere chance or skill; this Max is on another level altogether, and we could be seeing the rise of a true prodigy," yet another onlooker murmured softly, their words carrying reverence more than thrill.

Then, like a barrier bursting open, the Divine Colosseum exploded anew, the stunned quiet fracturing into a thunderous uproar as myriad shouts blended, rattling the arena with a wild fervor surpassing all that had preceded it.

"…Max Morgan claims victory in this battle," the announcer at last proclaimed, his voice emerging after a prolonged pause, paired with a hesitant, somewhat sheepish chuckle, as if even he struggled to accept his own declaration.

As the proclamation rang out across the Divine Colosseum, the oppressive strain gripping the crowd at last released, though plenty of viewers stayed rooted in place, gazing at Max like he defied all reason.

"What did I say?" Lucia remarked with a smug grin, pivoting to face Jaden, whose face still showed utter bewilderment.

Jaden's lips hung parted, echoing the stunned expressions all around, for even after mentally reviewing the moment over and over, she couldn't grasp how anyone could dominate Dean in a brute force showdown without a single mark.

At last, Jaden shut her mouth and gave a firm nod, her eyes locked on the arena. "I retract what I said," she stated deliberately. "Max really is a freakish prodigy."

Her voice showed no hesitation, just straightforward recognition, but the respect in her gaze soon shifted to worry as her features darkened. "Still, this spells danger. The Divine Colosseum belongs to the Heron Family, and you know they'll stop at nothing to claim Max now that he's shown such power."

Lucia agreed with a nod, her forehead creasing as she pondered the consequences. "You're spot on," she replied in a low tone, her eyes then flashing with determination.

She lifted her wrist and pressed gently on her watch, summoning a holographic display that flickered to life overhead. Her fingers danced rapidly, entering a series of instructions, and moments later, she gave a satisfied nod. "It's handled. I've alerted Aunt Virelia about Max's circumstances." With a soft exhale, she continued, "Now, let's watch his final match today."

Jaden nodded too, her focus snapping back to the arena right as Max raised his head and called out boldly with an easy smile. "Set up my last fight for today," he announced, his words ringing out steady and assured.

This time, the announcer wasted no moment and shot back promptly, his delivery brimming with fresh vigor. "Max Morgan's final bout of the day is being paired now."

With those words, the customary matchmaking projection materialized again high above the arena, Max's name shining on one flank while the rival's scrolled swiftly on the opposite, cycling through endless options until it halted abruptly.

Max versus Henry.

"Henry Rawl, enter the arena for your debut fight," the announcer called, his words booming through the colosseum as a subtle buzz of expectation started to stir once more.

A few minutes ticked by before a silhouette approached the arena gateway, and as Henry came into sight, every gaze gradually turned his way, eager to gauge the challenger facing Max in the day's closing showdown.

"Damn it all, my luck is rotten to draw you as my opponent," Henry swore the instant he entered the arena and positioned himself across from Max, his face a blend of irritation and defeat as he eyed the composed man ahead.

"Looks like today's your tough break," Max shot back with a wide smile, his reply casual, as if they were just chatting idly instead of gearing up for a Divine Colosseum clash.

"I should've remained in my mortal realm and governed it quietly," Henry remarked with a wry grin, clear remorse etched on his features as he shook his head. "Climbing up here was the biggest mistake of my life."

"What drove you to rise to the Divine Realm anyway?" Max inquired with real curiosity, cocking his head a bit.

Henry's face eased into a broad smile, his eyes gleaming with far-off recollections. "In my world, tales spread about a grander domain beyond ours, where our planet was just a minuscule dot in a much larger cosmos," he elaborated. "I had to find out if the stories held truth, so once I hit the tenth tier of Divine Rank, grasped my fifth level concept, and unleashed my mana fully, I got yanked here out of nowhere."

He released a deep breath before murmuring, "I regret it deeply now."

Max nearly chuckled at Henry's tale but restrained himself, offering a knowing nod instead. "That's a rough path to ascension," he commented, a touch of compassion in his tone.

The second those words escaped Max, Henry blurred from view and materialized right before him, his style centered on velocity, letting him bridge the gap in a flash.

"Apologies, but I must try," Henry blurted as he launched a strike at Max, his knuckles cloaked in the fifth level concept of speed, blurring past visibility to ordinary sight.

"Feeling's mutual, pal," Max responded with cool composure as he snagged Henry's punch like it was featherlight. In the following instant, Max clamped down, hoisted Henry by the limbs, and with one fluid toss sent him sailing beyond the arena into the seating, vanishing from view immediately.

In that swift manner, Max wrapped up his day's ultimate contest, plunging the Divine Colosseum into another wave of stunned quiet as the crowd grappled with its effortless finish.