Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1360 Winning!

"How, how did this Max acquire such frightening power?" Malissa bellowed from the depths of her chest while observing the fight play out, her usual poise utterly demolished by the spectacle unfolding right in front of her.

The anticipated rapid and crushing triumph for the Grim Gladiator had morphed into a shameful display instead, since Max had been dictating the battle's tempo from the outset.

Regardless of the Grim Gladiator's savage assaults or the immense force he channeled into every strike, his blade never once pierced Max's guard. Max loomed like an unyielding barrier in his path, an unbreakable force that withstood every onslaught no matter its intensity.

"Damn it," Malissa snarled with intense fury, her tone quivering from anger and incredulity as her gaze gradually reddened from sustained wrath. "How could someone at the sixth level of Divine Rank wield such prowess? This defies all reason; I won't accept it."

As the clash stretched on, her irritation deepened further, with each passing moment underscoring the harsh reality that Max faced no real challenge. The scheme she had meticulously devised was crumbling before her very eyes, and she remained powerless to halt its downfall.

In another part of the chamber, Randolf and Chris remained rooted in stunned quiet, their prior assurance wiped away entirely. They had already thought replacing the last foe from a first level Rebirth Realm fighter with a third level one was overkill, but it now proved utterly pointless.

The Grim Gladiator poured all his might into the fray, yet Max countered him with startling simplicity, revealing a chasm between them wider than anyone could have foreseen.

While responses rippled through the Divine Colosseum—with the audience bursting into wonder, Jaden and Lucia gripped by total astonishment, Lord Arckin observing with admiring delight, and Malissa boiling in denial—the confrontation itself climbed to its climax.

Bang.

Again, Max and the Grim Gladiator smashed together, their weapons clanging and unleashing a fierce blast that hurled them both back over the arena's surface. The atmosphere quivered as their boots ground against the rock, and for an instant, the space hung in heavy quiet.

"Time to wrap this up," Max murmured steadily, his words even as scarlet bolts of lightning burst forth around him.

At that precise moment, he triggered the Storm King's Inheritance, Extreme Speed, alongside summoning Heaven's Wraith, and his form blurred away in a streak of red glow. The Grim Gladiator had no chance to respond before Max materialized before him, blade extended straight toward the golden breastplate that had endured endless conflicts.

Bang.

The protective gear was truly exceptional, preventing Max's sword from marring it in the slightest, but that detail held no significance anymore.

The immense impact of the blow, boosted by crimson lightning, Draconic Essences, and the might surging through his veins, detonated in a ruinous surge. The Grim Gladiator's enormous frame got flung backward without resistance, hurtling through the air until it slammed hard into the spectator barriers.

When his form at last halted, the result was obvious to all onlookers. The fight had concluded.

Max remained solitary in the arena, composed and untouched, just as he had foreseen from the start.

The instant the Grim Gladiator's hulking body struck the barriers and stayed down, the Divine Colosseum plunged into a shocked hush that endured for one beat, as though reality itself paused to process the event. Then, that hush exploded, giving way to a frenzy of cries so intense and disordered that the whole structure shook from the din.

"He triumphed… the Grim Gladiator truly fell," a voice murmured in denial, shaking as its owner's stare locked onto the arena.

"No way this is happening, the Grim Gladiator stayed unbeatable for years; nobody's pulled this off," another fan bellowed, gripping their skull like they sought to snap out of a nightmare.

"That last blow—you saw it? He didn't even dent the armor; he just hurled him flying. Max overpowers the Grim Gladiator completely," a fellow hollered, his tone blending reverence and dread.

"The unbeatable myth crumbles; the Grim Gladiator's streak ends at last," somebody shrieked, the declaration rippling outward as awareness swept the masses.

"Hahaha, today's the day records change; an age closes here," yet another proclaimed, chuckling wildly while trembling with thrill.

"Max conquered them all; not even the Grim Gladiator could halt him—this is beyond belief," a lady called out, her eyes brimming with joyful tears.

"Max, Max, Max," the cheers surged anew, swelling from all sections of the Divine Colosseum as multitudes leaped to their feet and bellowed his name in wild passion.

"The Grim Gladiator's dominance ends; the myth dies, and today a new one emerges," a resonant tone boomed from the higher tiers.

The Divine Colosseum spiraled into total frenzy as hurrahs, yells, and booming claps merged into one colossal roar, for at that juncture, all grasped the shared fact. The invincible saga of the Grim Gladiator had perished, supplanted by a much more daunting tale centered on Max.

Amid the thunderous acclaim flooding the Divine Colosseum, Max merely lifted his shoulders, his face serene as if the chaos bypassed him entirely, and he lingered there awaiting the official proclamation. The clamor swelled on every side, but he held his position at the arena's heart, weapon relaxed, gaze firm, like the duel was merely an everyday bout.

"The victor of this clash is Max Morgan," the crier proclaimed at last, his announcement resounding through the full Divine Colosseum with crystal certainty. "Through Max's conquest of the Grim Gladiator, he claims his liberty and may now depart the Divine Colosseum to align with whatever group he selects." Those statements bore immense import, sealing a legend's demise and heralding an ascent to even grander heights.

"At last," Max remarked with a faint grin, a subtle fulfillment warming within him, since that one declaration was precisely what he had anticipated hearing all along.

Liberty stood as his genuine aim, beyond renown, beyond acclaim, and beyond the myriad stares now upon him. With this, the bonds of the Divine Colosseum ought to shatter, granting him the freedom to forge his destiny unbound.

As Max pivoted a bit, ready to exit the arena and close this segment, the mood altered anew. Three silhouettes materialized suddenly in the arena, their entrance sharp and imposing, capturing instant focus from the first to spot them.

It was Malissa, Randolf, and Chris—the exact trio who pulled the strings of the Divine Colosseum in secrecy—and their mere appearance stirred a wave of disquiet among the throng, hinting that victory and release brought no true closure.