Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1354 Condition!

"I'll reach out to the authorities above and hear their verdict," the announcer's voice boomed across the turmoil, slicing through the frenzy in the Divine Colosseum and slowly compelling the audience into a tense hush while they all held their breaths in suspense.

Meanwhile, Max remained poised by the arena's edge, leaning casually against the chilly stone barrier with his eyes shut, as though the uproar around him meant nothing at all, his demeanor so laid-back it bordered on irreverent amid the whirlwind he'd unleashed.

Minutes dragged on forever, tension eating away at the souls of those gathered, until at last the announcer's tone resounded again across the vast space.

"Esteemed audience, the leaders have accepted Max's suggestion," he proclaimed, and with those words dropping, the spectators burst into thunderous applause, their fervor bursting forth like a broken levee. The clamor intensified as fans chanted Max's name wildly, stamping feet and hollering without restraint.

"However," the announcer pressed on, that lone syllable slashing the uproar sharp as a knife, yanking the Divine Colosseum back into quiet instantly while every gaze locked onto him. He shifted his focus to Max and stated firmly. "The authorities impose a single requirement. Max must consent to it for permission to battle all four foes simultaneously."

Max lifted his eyelids and offered a subtle grin, anticipating the twist. "What's the requirement?" he inquired steadily.

"Quite straightforward," the announcer answered. "Your challengers won't be picked at random. The higher ups will select them personally."

Max smirked to himself, grasping the clear motive behind it, though his expression stayed neutral. "Tell them to proceed," Max replied with an easy smile. "They're merely four extra fighters for me to overcome."

"Excellent," the announcer announced boldly. "With Max's approval, the leaders shall now disclose the last four adversaries. Gaze skyward and behold who dares challenge Max Morgan."

Every face in the Divine Colosseum craned up together, pulses racing as the enormous projection overhead flared to life. The throng recognized the implications right away, for direct selection by the authorities meant no common ascendants here. These were survivors who'd clashed with the Grim Gladiator and emerged breathing.

The initial name materialized, shining with a foreboding glow in the heavens.

"Bloodfang Korr."

"Wait, Bloodfang Korr?" a voice cried out in shock. "He squared off against the Grim Gladiator directly and lasted through three whole rounds."

The next name popped up without delay.

"Silver Gale Yuren."

"This can't be real," another hollered. "Silver Gale Yuren backed off just from the Grim Gladiator's presence, and he's hailed as a legend to this day."

The third name surfaced, exuding intense force.

"Stone Tyrant Malkor."

"Impossible," a scream pierced the air. "Stone Tyrant Malkor absorbed a straight hit from the Grim Gladiator and lived—how did he pull that off?"

At last, the concluding name floated down gradually, the colosseum seeming to pause in anticipation.

"Sword Dancer Selene."

This sparked a volcanic outburst. "Sword Dancer Selene's in the mix too," a female voice wailed. "She's the one who wounded the Grim Gladiator's arm before yielding—that's the sole instance anyone's ever done it."

The Divine Colosseum plunged into utter chaos as the truth sank in. "All four battled the Grim Gladiator," a roar echoed. "This isn't a fight; it's a slaughter."

"Hahaha, total madness—they're unleashing every legend who survived right at Max in one go," another yelled, caught between laughter and shivers.

"Should Max triumph here, the Grim Gladiator won't seem like an invincible deity anymore," a shout rang out as the excitement rocketed beyond bounds.

The audience lost all control, shouts colliding in a roaring tempest of wonder and frenzy, for in that instant, one irrefutable fact dawned on all. The spectacle unfolding wasn't merely a clash, but a pivotal shift destined to reshape the Divine Colosseum eternally.

'Each of these four once dueled the Grim Gladiator,' Max pondered silently, a slight smirk tugging at his mouth. 'Yet they truly think they can match me?' The idea tickled him, soon replaced by a icy scoff.

Regardless of their fame inside the Divine Colosseum, until they transcended Divine Rank, they amounted to mere insects in his view, fragile enough to squash effortlessly should he decide.

"All four fighters, together with Max Morgan, report to the arena," the announcer summoned, his tone laced with gravity now. Max moved without delay, striding ahead with steady poise as he crossed into the ring.

Shortly thereafter, the selected quartet entered too, their entry sending a hushed wave of strain rippling through the venue. Korr loomed as a burly figure gripping a gigantic halberd, his frame pulsing with savage power. Yuren bore a lengthy spear, his stance precise and controlled, each gesture suggesting polished skill.

Malkor planted himself solidly, a hefty axe slung beside him, his aura immovable as a peak. Selene, the sole female in the group, grasped dual blades effortlessly, her stare icy and vigilant, her fame for rapid, deadly assaults renowned among the watchers.

These weren't typical combatants. Each carried monikers gifted by the masses, forged in gore, endurance, and myth, positioning them as the fiercest icons the Divine Colosseum had birthed beyond the Grim Gladiator.

Facing Max, no smugness marked their features, just gravity and wariness. Having seen Max's duel with Raymond, they grasped that this opponent rivaled the Grim Gladiator in might, a fact that quelled any hint of rashness.

The spectators froze in anticipation as Max confronted the quartet solo. Silence blanketed the Divine Colosseum, no whisper daring to break it, as if all sensed that even a murmur would jar this sacred instant. Countless stares stayed glued to the arena, observing in coiled quiet.