Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1359 Fighting the Gladiator!

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

Lucia reassures Jaden of Max's untapped power, dismissing the Grim Gladiator's threat and convincing her to bet on his victory despite lingering doubts. The Divine Colosseum buzzes with tension as spectators return and the announcer ignites the arena, introducing Max against the armored Grim Gladiator, whose ominous entrance drags a sword across the ground. As the battle begins, both stand frozen in assessment, with Max perceiving the opponent's third-level Rebirth Realm aura—far beyond expectations—prompting shock from Jaden and Lucia, while Lord Arckin condemns the Heron Family's desperate escalation to trap Max forever.

"Make your move," Max declared with steady composure, pulling out his sword as it emitted a gentle hum while azure lightning started swirling up his arm and tracing the weapon's sharp edge, his form at ease but impeccably steady as he confronted the Grim Gladiator.

Without pausing even for a moment following that statement, the Grim Gladiator's golden armor ignited in a dazzling glow, dark flames bursting forth from the spaces in his plating and enveloping his enormous frame like a sentient blaze that heightened his already formidable bodily power.

He stomped forward with a booming step that splintered the arena's surface under his boots, slashing his sword in a savage downward sweep, the edge engulfed in black fire as it plunged with the might to pulverize peaks. The atmosphere howled from the force, and spectators in the stands pulled back on reflex, certain that nobody could endure such a blow straight on.

Max reacted.

Azure lightning sparked vividly, his silhouette turning hazy as he adjusted his position by the tiniest degree, and with a crisp clang of metal, his blade collided headfirst with the Grim Gladiator's.

The collision unleashed a fierce blast ripping across the arena, chunks of stone tiles bursting away while the dark flames raged chaotically, but Max held his ground without shifting. His limb stayed firm, bolstered by the surging force of 1200 Draconic Essences racing inside him and a measured unleashing of energy from the initial Divine Vein, the Vein of Origin, rooting him like an immovable monolith.

Behind his helmet, the Grim Gladiator's gaze sharpened as he chained his next move without delay, twisting his sword into a sideways cut targeting Max's midsection, dark flames writhing fiercely along the edge while his golden armor throbbed with symbolic glows.

Max countered solely with velocity, azure lightning exploding under his soles as he deflected the blow, followed by a second, then a third, every impact booming like a storm as the steels struck repeatedly.

Bursts of azure and dark energy flew through the sky, and with each surge of the Grim Gladiator's colossal power, Max handled it flawlessly, his actions sharp and streamlined, depending only on his sword, his swiftness, and the primal force surging within.

The Grim Gladiator bellowed and intensified his onslaught, turning his strikes into an unyielding barrage. His sword hammered down in devastating top blows, wide sweeps, and stabbing lunges that held the potency to rip apart Divine Rank barriers without effort.

Dark flames now cloaked his entire blade, flowing out like a scorching wave, as his golden armor shone more intensely with every motion, fortifying his frame and boosting each assault. But regardless of the ferocity mounting in the barrage, Max kept his cool, azure lightning flickering nonstop as he thwarted every incoming hit, parrying, turning aside, and guiding each one with impeccable rhythm.

Whenever their blades met, the arena trembled, wide fissures extending over the floor as pulses of energy swept outward. The Grim Gladiator drove ahead with sheer bodily dominance, striving to overwhelm Max via brute might, yet Max replied with poise and restraint, directing his Draconic Essences to strengthen his form and pulling precisely the right amount from the Vein of Origin to even the odds.

His sword stayed gripped tight, his footing unmoved, and his face unaltered, even with dark flames brushing perilously near his skin.

For the onlookers, the clash played out at a nearly unbelievable tempo, azure lightning and black fire smashing together in quick bursts as the pair darted over the arena. The Grim Gladiator struck like a furious disaster, each hit designed to finish the fight instantly, while Max held firm in the midst of the chaos, facing every assault directly with just his weapon, his agility, and his alarmingly disciplined power.

With each parried hit, it grew evident that despite the Grim Gladiator's strikes being so potent, Max was countering them exactly, not through flashy moves or showy bursts of energy, but via sheer expertise, accuracy, and a steadfast base that wouldn't give ground at all.

The spectacle in the arena held the whole Divine Colosseum in a mix of stunned silence and thrilled tension, expressions locked in astonishment as gazes fought to track the nonstop swordplay.

Every booming blow from the Grim Gladiator packed the force to demolish a top-tier Divine Rank fighter, but each got halted by Max with such effortless accuracy that it seemed impossible.

The audience edged closer without thinking, holding their breaths, since the display upended all their notions of power within the Divine Realm.

"Damn…" Jaden breathed quietly, standing up gradually from her chair as the truth of the scene sank in. This round, the astonishment hit harder than ever, surpassing prior shocks, for she could follow every action and every impact clearly.

Regardless of how fearsome the Grim Gladiator's sword grew, no matter how fiercely the black flames churned around the gilded edge, Max deflected each assault effortlessly, his blade shifting only as needed to meet the threat with no excess effort.

It seemed like the Grim Gladiator's dominant force held no sway over him, as though Max had foreseen and countered it all prior to contact. What disturbed her deepest was that Max hadn't countered with any strike of his own, yet the fight's tilt was glaringly apparent.

"He is too strong," Lucia murmured, her eyes bulging in real surprise as her prior assurance shifted to something profound and weightier. She'd long recognized Max's strength, from their clash in Obsidian Dragon City, but this surpassed it entirely.

Seeing him casually manage a fighter at the third stage of the Rebirth Realm, while stuck at the sixth stage of Divine Rank himself, defied every rule she'd learned.

At that instant, Lucia grasped that Max's promise wasn't merely vast, but boundless, for even the Divine Realm's top talents couldn't rival him in raw fighting ability. Next to Max, they'd seem trivial.

Far overhead the arena, Lord Arckin watched the duel with an easy grin, his gaze sparkling as Max kept fending off every hit without effort. "It appears we've all misjudged Max by a wide margin," he stated evenly, the parallel emerging in his thoughts, since the view resembled less a true fight and more an elder humoring a youth's outburst.

The Grim Gladiator poured all his vigor into each cut, whereas Max managed it smoothly, never retreating, never faltering.

The aide positioned behind him dipped his head in quiet accord, his look brimming with wonder instead of worry.

Lord Arckin then released a gentle chuckle, his grin broadening a touch as a fresh idea surfaced. "I can't help but imagine what face Malissa is making now after this display," he remarked, evidently relishing the picture, for it was now blatantly clear that any plot she'd unleashed was falling apart in plain sight.