Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1345 Shock to Silence

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

Lucia and Jaden watch in apprehension as Max enters the arena to face Raul, a formidable opponent who recently secured three consecutive victories. While Jaden remains confident in the level gap, Lucia is struck by a sense of dread upon recognizing Max as the mortal who once defeated her in a bet. Despite Raul’s overwhelming arrogance and superior cultivation rank, Max ends the fight in an instant by unleashing his Draconic Essences. The stadium is left in absolute shock after Max sends the peak Divine Rank warrior flying with a single, devastating punch.

In the spectator stands, Lucia and Jaden remained rooted in place, their faces devoid of expression as though their thoughts had briefly vanished, the sight unfolding below leaving them so shocked that even inhaling air seemed off. For an instant, it felt like their spirits had departed, their gazes locked onto the serene silhouette in the arena underneath.

"Damn, taking down Raul in just one strike. This Max is truly a prodigy," Jaden remarked once she regained her composure, her tone brimming with undisguised awe.

Lucia showed no joy whatsoever, her mouth quivering while she gazed at Max with a mix of tangled feelings in her eyes. "Curse this fellow. Whenever I encounter him, misfortune strikes me," she grumbled under her breath, followed by a soft exhale.

"All we can do now is pray Raul claims victory in at least one of his upcoming two fights. Should he drop both and we forfeit the wager..." Her words faded as visions of the fallout filled her mind, her heart clenching over the stakes she'd risked, the mere idea of defeat bringing tears to her eyes.

"With Max displaying such genius, shouldn't we consider bringing him into our Grims Family?" Jaden suggested, shooting another look at Max and observing his unflappable poise amid the uproar he'd sparked.

"He's already been taken on as a named disciple by Aunt Virelia," Lucia answered, a faint grin emerging on her features. "She brought him in earlier since his power was still quite low, and the requirement for full discipleship is his rise to the Divine Realm first. Only then will she formally accept him."

"That sounds logical," Jaden agreed with a gradual nod, her eyes lingering on Max, now sparked with greater curiosity than earlier.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the victor of this clash is Max Morgan!" The announcer proclaimed the outcome of the duel between Max and Raul.

Right then, the individual who'd previously counseled Max to treat the fight lightly regardless of defeat to Raul froze in utter astonishment, his brain racing to grasp the event he'd beheld, as the result surpassed every prediction or fancy he'd held.

He gaped at the arena in incredulity, mentally reviewing the moment repeatedly, but regardless of the replays, he couldn't fathom how a sixth-level Divine Rank fighter had launched a peak Divine Rank powerhouse airborne with one fist.

"Warrior Max, head back to the stands," the announcer's call echoed distinctly, entering Max's hearing as the colosseum's din gradually quieted.

A slight furrow creased Max's brow upon hearing that, since he had zero desire to squander a full day idling while matches were lined up sequentially. He aimed to wrap up his leftover bouts swiftly and move on, as staying longer offered scant value after his display.

"I'd like to begin my following match immediately," Max declared in a strong voice that traversed the arena, directing his sight to the booth from which the calls originated. "Is that possible?"

As soon as he spoke, the audience burst into frenzy anew, their response surging beyond what Max had foreseen.

"Yes, kick off Max's next fight. I crave more of his combat," a person yelled with thrill, quickly backed by a flood of voices mirroring the call.

"Another round," a different shout rang out, rapidly amplified by a massive wave repeating his name over and over, the whole colosseum quaking from their zeal.

"I want to see Max fight!"

Before long, the full colosseum thundered with chants of Max's name.

"What in the world?" Max whispered to himself, truly taken aback by the unfolding spectacle. He'd merely sought an extra bout to hasten the end, but the onlookers resembled a horde of wild fans, their stares alight with eagerness as they bellowed nonstop for his subsequent clash.

The intense passion aimed at him stunned Max profoundly, as such a response was utterly novel to him, exceeding far what one win should provoke.

"Given the crowd's unanimous desire for Max's next bout, it shall commence," the announcer stated without delay, his tone swelling with enthusiasm to match the fervent plea.

In the instant that followed, Max's name lit up vividly high over the arena, with another moniker racing swiftly alongside, cycling through myriad options before decelerating. Abruptly, it halted, revealing the subsequent pairing for all to witness.

Max versus Dean.

"Warrior Dean, enter the arena," the announcer's command boomed, echoing broadly through the colosseum and slicing through the residual buzz like a keen edge. This time, the declaration bore added gravity, and as it resounded, the arena's vibe shifted palpably in an instant.

Shortly after, a burly figure of substantial frame advanced steadily to the arena, clutching a massive axe effortlessly as though it were featherlight. Each stride he made radiated a crushing aura, instantly affecting the crowd in a chilling manner.

The fans who'd been bellowing Max's name seconds prior hushed progressively, their fervor ebbing into a strained hush over the colosseum, reduced to just Dean's footfalls and the subtle grind of gravel underfoot.

This abrupt plunge from roaring acclaim to total quiet drew a mild scowl from Max in the arena, his eyes rising to the nearing form. He sensed the altered atmosphere, thick and subdued, as if all in attendance withheld their breaths.

Upon directing his view forward, Max beheld the colossal shape stride completely into the arena, the man's immense stature and presence seizing total focus. This lone person had quashed the colosseum's noise single-handedly, compelling even the wildest watchers to clamp their lips the second he emerged.