Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1346 Silencing the crowd again!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
"Damn, Max is doomed. I never thought Dean would be the one to fight him. What terrible luck," a voice grumbled from the stands, laced with sorrow as spectators throughout the colosseum fixed their stares on the enormous silhouette positioned across from Max.
The earlier tension thickened further, whispers rippling through the crowd as memories surfaced about Dean's true identity and the formidable presence he embodied in the Divine Colosseum.
"Yeah, who would have imagined this Dean stepping up to clash with Max," another onlooker remarked, shaking their head in dismay.
"Dean swept through all ten of his matches back then and even took on the Grim Gladiator, though he lost in the end. Ever since, we've barely caught sight of him battling in the arena."
A third spectator chimed in with an informed air, noting the special perks awarded to residents of the Divine Colosseum, and how Dean's duel with the Grim Gladiator likely earned him those benefits, accounting for his infrequent showings.
"I can only feel sorry for Max," another person sighed. "His power is notable, but Dean's known for his freakish might, and just glancing at them makes it clear whose blows pack more punch."
Following that short hush, the audience burst into noise again, yet this round carried no thrill or praise for Max. Rather, it brimmed with sympathy and defeat, since nobody there thought Max stood a shot against Dean. To them, the result felt sealed long before the fight kicked off.
"What do you think?" Jaden inquired, turning to Lucia with a grave look, scanning her face for traces of worry or hesitation.
"I think Max will win with ease," Lucia answered, offering a steady smile that clashed boldly against the surrounding gloom.
"Why are you so sure about him?" Jaden pressed, evidently taken aback by Lucia's unwavering assurance.
"At the very least, demanding back-to-back fights without a break shows faith in your own abilities," Lucia explained, her gaze locked firmly on Max down in the arena. "Max jumping straight into a second bout after his first tells me he doesn't regard any Divine Rank fighters as threats. As far as I can tell, he's already eyeing the Grim Gladiator."
After a quick pause, she continued by saying she figured Max aimed to secure his freedom right there, all while Aunt Virelia set up an escape with help from outside.
Jaden gazed at Lucia intently, her face a mix of emotions. "You trust him way too much. Sure, I know Max is brilliant, but this Dean isn't someone to take lightly either."
"We'll see," Lucia replied with a faint grin, shifting her focus back to the arena where the showdown was on the verge of starting.
"Any last words?" Dean boomed at Max, his tone as crushing and dominant as his hulking form, the pressure from it weighing on the arena and thickening the very atmosphere.
"Are you planning to kill me?" Max responded evenly, his voice more intrigued than cautious as he eyed Dean without a trace of unease.
"No," Dean answered following a short delay. "Though I could end you without facing consequences, I don't despise you that much. Still, my orders are to injure you badly enough to halt your further fights." His statement came out direct and truthful, free of ill intent, like he was just relaying an unalterable truth.
"Is that right?" Max murmured, nodding deliberately, a subtle grin forming as if Dean's declaration entertained him more than worried him. "So, who's striking first?" he followed up, his stance loose as he awaited the reply.
"That would be me, naturally," Dean declared, flashing his own grin while clenching the huge axe tighter. Suddenly, torrents of mana erupted fiercely from him, rippling out like a hidden wave as he hoisted the blade overhead and brought it crashing toward Max with horrifying might.
Infused with the fifth level concept of strength, the axe amplified its force on the way down, unleashing a crushing force that looked ready to cleave the arena in two.
Max just gave a soft smile back, reigniting the 1200 Draconic Essences inside him, their energy flooding his bloodstream in a precise but explosive rush. He lifted his left hand to intercept the falling axe directly, and a thunderous clash resounded across the Divine Colosseum as his palm halted the blade effortlessly, grinding its advance to a stop.
Before Dean had a chance to respond, Max balled his right fist and thrust it ahead, smashing it squarely into Dean's colossal frame with ruinous power.
The collision burst out in a roaring blast, hurling Dean through the air like a projectile, his giant body ripping across the space until he soared right out of the Divine Colosseum.
As soon as Dean's bulky form got blasted from the Divine Colosseum, the whole scene in the arena appeared to halt abruptly, like time had been seized by the unbelievable display they'd beheld.
No shouts rang out, no sharp intakes of breath sounded, and zero voices stirred from the throng of watchers in the stands, since all had plunged into total quiet, brains reeling from trying to grasp such an impossible moment.
Expressions froze in stark astonishment, jaws slackened faintly, and stares stayed bulging as they traced the path Dean had streaked through the sky, grappling with the reality that a warrior who'd faced the Grim Gladiator was now crushed so savagely and casually.
Even the announcer, always quick to broadcast after key moments, remained rooted, his thoughts wiped clean as he gaped at the arena ground where Max lingered composedly.
The announcement of Max's triumph that ought to have followed stayed unspoken, trapped amid stun and incredulity, marking the first instance in Divine Colosseum history without a prompt call to end the bout.
The stifling hush dragged on, dense and choking, as though the colosseum's occupants had all lost the ability to draw breath, much less utter a word.
Max stayed planted in the arena's heart, his bearing casual and measured, but his image only intensified the awe holding the crowd in its grip.
Nobody ventured to voice his name, nobody risked shattering the quiet, for the spectacle had demolished all their preconceptions of might among the Divine Rank.