Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1354 Condition!

The announcer's voice boomed out above the turmoil, "Let me reach out to the higher-ups and hear their thoughts," slicing through the frenzy in the Divine Colosseum and slowly calming the agitated spectators into a tense hush as they all held their breath in suspense.

Meanwhile, Max remained utterly composed beside the fighting platform, leaning against the chilly rock barrier with his eyelids shut, as though the uproar held no relevance to him, his stance so laid-back it bordered on insolence amid the whirlwind he'd unleashed.

Endless minutes dragged on, tension clawing at the souls of those gathered, before the announcer's tone resounded across the arena once again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the higher-ups have accepted Max's suggestion," he announced, and with those words hitting the air, the audience burst into thunderous applause, their fervor bursting forth like a burst levee. The clamor intensified as fans chanted Max's name, pounding feet and hollering wildly without restraint.

"However," the announcer pressed on, that lone term slashing the wild energy sharp as a knife, instantly dropping the Divine Colosseum back into quiet as gazes locked onto him. He shifted his attention to Max and stated plainly, "The higher-ups impose one requirement. Max must accept this requirement to battle all four foes simultaneously."

Max lifted his gaze and offered a subtle grin, anticipating the twist. "What's the requirement?" he inquired steadily.

"It's straightforward," the announcer answered. "Your four challengers won't be picked at random. The higher-ups will select them personally."

Inside, Max scoffed, grasping the clear motive behind it, though his expression betrayed nothing. "Tell them to proceed," Max replied with an easy grin. "They're merely four extra fighters for me to overcome."

"Agreed," the announcer proclaimed boldly. "With Max's consent, the higher-ups will now disclose the last four adversaries. Gaze skyward and behold who dares challenge Max Morgan."

At that instant, every face in the Divine Colosseum craned toward the heavens, pulses racing as the enormous projection over the platform ignited. The throng recognized the implication, for direct selection by the higher-ups meant these weren't typical ascendants. These were survivors who'd clashed with the Grim Gladiator and emerged breathing.

The initial name materialized, shining with a foreboding glow in the air.

"Bloodfang Korr."

"Bloodfang Korr?" a voice cried out in shock. "He squared off against the Grim Gladiator directly and endured three complete clashes."

Right on its heels came the next name.

"Silver Gale Yuren."

"No way, you're joking," another hollered. "Silver Gale Yuren backed off just from the Grim Gladiator's presence, and he's hailed as a legend around here."

The third moniker surfaced, exuding intense force.

"Stone Tyrant Malkor."

"Impossible," a spectator shrieked. "Stone Tyrant Malkor absorbed a straight hit from the Grim Gladiator and lived—how could that happen?"

Finally, the last name floated down gradually, the arena seeming to pause in anticipation.

"Sword Dancer Selene."

Chaos erupted in response this time. "Sword Dancer Selene too?" a female voice wailed. "She's the one who wounded the Grim Gladiator's arm before yielding—that's the sole instance anyone pulled it off."

The Divine Colosseum plunged into utter frenzy as the truth sank in. "Each of these four battled the Grim Gladiator," a man bellowed. "This isn't a fight; it's a slaughter."

"Hahaha, this is madness—they're unleashing every legend who survived right at Max in one go," another yelled, caught between laughter and shivers.

"Should Max triumph here, the Grim Gladiator won't seem like an invincible deity anymore," a fan screamed while the excitement surged wildly.

The spectators lost all control, their cries merging into a roaring tempest of wonder and delirium, for in that instant, all grasped a single irrefutable fact. The spectacle unfolding wasn't merely a contest, but a pivotal shift destined to reshape the Divine Colosseum eternally.

'These four all tangled with the Grim Gladiator once,' Max pondered silently, a slight smirk playing on his mouth. 'But do they truly think they can match me?' The idea entertained him, quickly replaced by a icy smirk.

Regardless of their fame inside the Divine Colosseum, unless they'd ascended past Divine Rank, they amounted to mere insects in his view, creatures he could squash effortlessly at will.

"All four combatants, together with Max Morgan, enter the arena now," the announcer summoned, his words laced with gravity this round. Without pause, Max advanced, his form steady and poised as he crossed into the fray.

Moments later, the selected quartet stepped in too, their entrances sending waves of strain rippling through the venue. Korr was a burly figure gripping a gigantic halberd, his frame pulsing with savage power. Yuren bore a lengthy spear, his bearing precise and controlled, each motion suggesting polished skill.

Malkor loomed steadfast with a hefty axe by his hip, his aura immovable and steadfast as a peak. Selene, the lone female in the group, grasped dual blades loosely, her stare icy and vigilant, her fame for rapid, deadly assaults echoed across the seats.

These weren't average fighters. Each carried monikers gifted by the masses, forged in gore, endurance, and myth, positioning them as the fiercest icons the Divine Colosseum had birthed beyond the Grim Gladiator.

Facing Max, no smugness marked their features, just gravity and wariness. Having seen Max's clash with Raymond, they knew full well the opponent before them rivaled the Grim Gladiator in might, a truth that quelled any hint of rashness.

The audience froze in anticipation as Max confronted the quartet single-handedly. Silence enveloped the Divine Colosseum, no whisper daring to break the hush, as if all sensed that even a murmur would disrupt the gravity of the scene. Countless stares stayed glued to the platform, observing in strained quiet.