Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1347 Poor Henry!

A profound hush stretched on for several tense moments, weighing down the air so intensely that the whole Divine Colosseum seemed utterly sealed off, until faint murmurs at last shattered the quiet, each utterance quivering with astonishment and incredulity as the truth of the spectacle they had just seen started to settle in.

"Did anyone catch that, or is this some dream I'm having, 'cause Dean got flung away like he was feather-light," a viewer murmured roughly, his words scarcely above the thump of his racing pulse.

"This can't be real, totally impossible—Dean made it through a fight with the Grim Gladiator, but he couldn't even handle one clash," someone else uttered, gripping the barrier ahead tightly as though it was the only thing keeping them upright.

"He grabbed that axe bare-handed, the one infused with the level concept of strength, and Max halted it like it was a joke," another voice declared deliberately, each syllable dripping with doubt while their eyes stayed glued to Max's steady form in the arena.

"The announcer's gone completely quiet—I’ve never witnessed a match wrap up this way; it's like the colosseum itself is frozen in shock," a different person grumbled, only then realizing the usual thunderous call had vanished entirely.

"Forget luck or raw talent anymore; this Max is on another level altogether, and we could be seeing the rise of a true prodigy," yet another onlooker whispered softly, their words laced with reverence instead of thrill.

Then, as though a barrier had burst open at last, the Divine Colosseum exploded anew, the stunned quiet exploding into a thunderous clamor as innumerable shouts blended into one, rattling the arena with a wild intensity surpassing everything prior.

"…Max Morgan claims victory in this bout," the announcer proclaimed at long last, his voice resurfacing after a prolonged pause, paired with a hesitant, almost sheepish chuckle, as if even he struggled to accept what he was voicing.

As the declaration rang out across the Divine Colosseum, the oppressive strain gripping the crowd at last released, though plenty of watchers stayed rooted in place, gawking at Max like he was an impossibility made real.

"What did I say?" Lucia remarked with a smug grin, swiveling to face Jaden, whose face was locked in utter bewilderment.

Jaden's lips hung parted just a bit, just like so many faces nearby, since even replaying the moment over and over in her head, she couldn't grasp how anyone could dominate Dean in a straight-up test of brute force without taking the slightest harm.

At last, Jaden shut her mouth and gave a firm nod, her stare still pinned on the arena. "I retract what I said," she stated deliberately. "This Max is a freakish prodigy, no doubt."

Her voice carried no hesitation, just pure recognition, but the respect in her gaze soon shifted to worry as her features darkened. "Still, this spells big problems. The Divine Colosseum belongs to the Heron Family, and you know they'll pull every trick to snag Max now that he's shown off such power."

Lucia dipped her head in accord, her forehead creasing as she pondered the fallout. "You're spot on," she replied softly, then her gaze hardened with determination.

She lifted her wrist and pressed gently on her watch, summoning a holographic display that flickered to life overhead. Her fingers danced rapidly, entering a series of instructions, and moments later, she gave a satisfied nod. "It's handled. I've alerted Aunt Virelia to Max's predicament." She exhaled lightly before continuing, "Now, let's watch his final match today."

Jaden agreed with a nod, her focus snapping back to the arena right as Max raised his chin and called out boldly with an easy smile. "Set up my last fight for today," he announced, his tone steady and assured.

This time, the announcer wasted no second and shot back promptly, his delivery brimming with fresh vigor. "Max Morgan's concluding match of the day is being paired now."

With those words, the well-known pairing projection materialized again high over the arena, Max's name shining brightly on one flank while the rival's scrolled swiftly on the opposite, cycling through endless options until it locked in place.

Max versus Henry.

"Henry Rawl, enter the arena for your debut fight," the announcer boomed, his call reverberating through the colosseum as a subtle buzz of expectation started to stir once more.

A few minutes ticked by before a silhouette at last approached the arena's gateway, and when Henry emerged into sight, every gaze gradually turned his way, eager to gauge the challenger facing Max in the day's closing showdown.

"Damn it all, my luck is rotten beyond belief to draw you as my opponent," Henry swore the instant he entered the arena and positioned himself across from Max, his face a blend of irritation and defeat as he eyed the composed man ahead.

"Looks like it's your tough break then," Max shot back with a wide smile, his words casual, as if they were just chatting idly instead of gearing up for a Divine Colosseum clash.

"I should've stuck to my home world and reigned over it quietly," Henry remarked with a wry grin, clear remorse etched on his features as he shook his head. "Climbing up here was the biggest mistake of my life."

"What drove you to ascend into the Divine Realm anyway?" Max inquired with real curiosity, cocking his head a touch.

Henry's look eased into a broad smile, his eyes gleaming with far-off recollections. "Back in my world, there was talk of a massive realm stretching beyond ours, making our planet seem like a mere dot in the grand scheme," he detailed. "I had to find out if the stories held water, so once I hit the tenth level of Divine Rank, grasped my fifth level concept, and unleashed my mana fully, I got yanked here out of nowhere."

He released a deep breath before tacking on, "I regret it deeply now."

Max nearly burst out laughing at Henry's tale, but he restrained himself and just nodded sympathetically. "That's a rough way to make the jump," he commented, a trace of pity in his tone.

The second those words escaped Max's lips, Henry's form blurred away and flashed right before him, showing his style revolved around velocity, letting him bridge the gap in a heartbeat.

"Pardon me, but I've got no choice," Henry blurted as he launched a strike at Max, his knuckles cloaked in the fifth level concept of speed, blurring past visibility to most eyes.

"Ditto, pal," Max responded coolly with a smirk as he snagged Henry's punch like it was weightless. In the following instant, Max clamped down, hoisted Henry by the limbs, and with one fluid toss, sent him sailing beyond the arena into the seating, his shape vanishing in a flash.

And with that, Max's concluding bout of the day wrapped up, plunging the Divine Colosseum into another wave of stunned quiet as the crowd grappled with how smoothly it had all ended.