Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1352 Craze!

Max regarded Raymond with a composed smile while the final remnants of toxin in his system were fully purged by the might of his Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline, that luminous force restoring him to a pristine, revitalized condition as if the ordeal had never taken place.

Right in the following moment, azure thunder crackled fiercely around him, and before Raymond could even comprehend the motion, Max was already positioned directly before him, his velocity so immense that Raymond only glimpsed a momentary streak of blue radiance.

Once his sight cleared, Max's blade was already positioned lightly against Raymond's throat, its icy sharpness conveying a stark menace as Max communicated straight into his thoughts via essence transmission.

"Who ordered you to take my life?" Max inquired evenly, his voice carrying a frosty edge even in its subdued delivery. "I could end you at any moment, and the Divine Colosseum wouldn't lift a finger to stop it. Actually, they'd eagerly exploit your demise to hype up my remaining fights, so you'd better tell me the truth unless you're eager to test that claim."

Beads of icy sweat sprang up on Raymond's brow as terror gripped him tightly, since he understood the Divine Colosseum's regulations all too thoroughly. Under usual circumstances, slaying an opponent wasn't permitted in these contests, with deathmatches limited to those who'd dropped all three bouts in one day, compelling them to clash with fellow unfortunates in the same bind.

Yet exceptions always lurked in the shadows, and Max evidently qualified as one. Should Max decide to finish him off right there, the Divine Colosseum would surely look the other way, exactly as he'd claimed, since dramatic violence only boosted their appeal. Confronted with this harsh truth, Raymond realized deception would merely speed up his doom.

"The Heron Family commanded me to eliminate you," Raymond admitted through gritted teeth, his words trembling even as he fought to stay steady. "They offered my release in return for your death."

"Understood," Max responded softly, his face growing somber as the revelation sank deeply into his thoughts.

Suddenly, it all clicked for him, for by spurning the Heron Family's overture, he'd branded himself an unpredictable danger in their eyes. Allowing him to press on, conquer all ten foes, and ultimately challenge the Grim Gladiator carried a genuine risk of victory and liberation.

After such an outcome, dispatching him would prove far tougher, and even more troubling, the remaining six primary clans of the Black Dragon Palace could turn their attention toward him. From the Heron Family's viewpoint, neutralizing him now was the most secure choice.

"Heron Family," Max scoffed silently within, etching their title into his resolve while vowing retribution under his breath. Without further speech, he pulled back his weapon and unleashed a measured surge of power, slamming into Raymond and hurling him beyond the arena's edge to slam into the seating area.

Max opted against slaying him, viewing Raymond as mere fodder manipulated by the Heron Family, where taking his life would yield no real fulfillment.

The instant Raymond soared out of the arena, the Divine Colosseum plunged into a momentary hush, only to erupt into pandemonium as the audience spiraled into frenzy, their shouts merging into a thunderous wave of astonishment and thrill.

"Did you catch that? Raymond couldn't even mount a proper defense—this is unbelievable," a fellow bellowed, leaping up with his cheeks burning red from exhilaration.

"Raymond was a colosseum icon, the guy who'd claimed ten victories and still faced off against Max, yet he went down just like that," another cried out, laced with awe that teetered on worship.

"That velocity was horrifying—I didn't spot Max shifting at all; one second Raymond was there, the next he was tumbling outside," a person hollered, gripping the barrier ahead as though anchoring themselves.

"This isn't a fight anymore; it's a slaughter—Max operates on an entirely superior plane," yet another observer yelled, their words brimming with unbridled fervor.

"Hahaha, kicking off the day with Max's clashes was their smartest move ever; this place is set to burst by nightfall," somebody guffawed boisterously, struggling to hold back their glee.

The roars swelled ever higher, morphing into wild incantations as Max's name reverberated across the Divine Colosseum anew, the fervor hitting a boiling point while all grasped they were beholding an event etched for eternity.

"I feel they're exaggerating a bit," Max grumbled with a breath as the overwhelming adulation resounded endlessly in the Divine Colosseum, for to him, toppling Raymond merited no such uproar.

In his view, it was merely one more swift skirmish, but the throng acted like he'd achieved a world-altering feat.

What escaped Max's full grasp was the significance of figures like Raymond and Dean in the Divine Colosseum. They weren't mere combatants but icons whose mere presence lured crowds from remote worlds in the Verdant Sky Realm, given their infrequent arena ventures, each treated as a grand spectacle.

Gradually, they'd evolved into stars of their own, emblems of dominance and glory inside the venue, drawing visitors not solely for the combats but to behold their prowess firsthand.

Watching these mythic icons crumble so simply and smoothly under Max's command demolished the assumptions of myriad onlookers, and that jolt was what ignited the spectators' delirium.

For them, it transcended Max securing yet another triumph; it signified the crumbling of entrenched notions about might and order in the Divine Colosseum, explaining their near-maniacal zeal as they perceived the emergence of a fresh, dominant force.

The subsequent pair of that day's contests came shortly, mirroring the initial one in their lack of true tension, as Max overpowered his rivals with the identical effortless supremacy now anticipated from him.

Every clash proved short and conclusive, reclaiming the arena's dominance with his aura as the masses surged in rapture time and again, their ardor unyielding despite repeated familiar results.

Yet what puzzled Max was the absence of lethal intent from those final two fighters, their strikes free of the concealed venom he'd detected in Raymond.

No tainted arms appeared, no frantic ploys unfolded, and no wild bids for deadly blows emerged, creating a stark divergence from his expectations post the Heron Family's revelation.

Thus, Max grew convinced of a key detail as he strolled serenely from the arena following his concluding bout: the upcoming trio of adversaries wouldn't just seek to battle him—they'd arrive intent on claiming his life.