Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1355 Crowd Demands!

"I hold no grudge against any of you," Max declared with composure, a sly smile gradually forming on his lips. "However, victory is essential for me, so I'll wrap this up in a flash."

Crimson bolts of lightning erupted around his form as he triggered the Storm King's Inheritance, Extreme Speed, the fierce streaks of scarlet power coiling about him like a raging tempest. The very next moment, his silhouette disappeared from view, replaced by a streak of red lightning ripping across the arena.

No one had time to grasp the events before Korr, Yuren, Malkor, and Selene's four bodies were flung from the arena into the spectator areas, their forms launched airborne as though hit by some unseen disaster.

The clash concluded in just a few heartbeats, so swiftly that the majority of onlookers found it hard to grasp the spectacle they'd beheld. Those four famed fighters, all of whom had previously clashed with the Grim Gladiator, were vanquished without landing a single blow.

Max offered them no opening to respond, nor any window to deploy sneaky tactics like toxins. Drawing from his clash with Raymond, he knew minor poisons meant nothing to him, but a toxin surpassing Divine Rank might create needless troubles despite his godly lineage.

Thus, Max opted to unveil just a sliver of his actual might and conclude the fight right away. In his eyes, these fighters were mere barriers holding back what was destined. He aimed to remove them swiftly to confront the sole worthy rival in the Divine Colosseum at last—the Grim Gladiator.

"What just happened? They got knocked back before drawing their blades—this can't be happening," a fellow yelled in shock, his tone quivering while his stare fixed on the barren arena.

"Each of those four battled the Grim Gladiator and lived, but against Max, they didn't endure even a moment," a viewer rasped, gripping the barrier tightly as though his knees had buckled.

"I barely caught his motion; it was only red lightning, and then done—this is downright horrifying," another person wailed, their words laced with dread instead of thrill.

"Legends like Korr, Yuren, Malkor, and Selene drew crowds from across worlds to see them battle, yet now they've fallen like they were worthless," a lady murmured deliberately, her statement laden as the truth settled in.

"This isn't mere skill or brilliance anymore; it's total supremacy—the Divine Colosseum has never witnessed anything comparable," a resonant tone boomed from the higher seats.

"If that's his approach to foes who met the Grim Gladiator, what sort of beast is Max truly?" a watcher whispered, their speech shaky with reverence.

Briefly, murmurs blended in astonished chaos, incredulity resounding across the whole Divine Colosseum, since nobody there could fathom how four iconic heroes had been wiped from the fray in an instant.

"Impossible," Jaden uttered as she shot to her feet, her response far fiercer than the average crowd member's, her eyes bulging in astonishment flooding her features. Unlike most watchers, her cultivation level exceeded Max's by a wide margin, allowing her to distinctly observe the arena's events rather than piecing together vague glimpses. Because she viewed it so sharply, the jolt struck deeper, keeping her on her feet for a spell.

"Mere velocity boosted by that crimson lightning plus his physical might sufficed to overpower all four," Jaden voiced in bewilderment, her focus still pinned on Max as though verifying the sight's reality. "How could this be feasible?"

Since Max's initial bout up to this point, he hadn't employed any concept or shown a familiar fighting method, and the recent scene proved no exception. No deep principles were called upon, no realm suppression was exerted, no trademark moves were displayed, but the Divine Colosseum's top four had fallen in a trice.

Jaden failed to grasp how one could subdue such high-caliber adversaries without concepts or skills, as it defied all her knowledge of Divine Realm warfare.

"I believe his power now has entered the Rebirth Realm," Lucia murmured softly, her look grave as she examined the events with greater gravity than earlier. In the Divine Realm, few cultivators could battle beyond their tier, and even top prodigies viewed surpassing one tier as remarkable, with two tiers demanding full exertion.

The divide between Divine Realm tiers was vast, rendering cross-tier fights nearly mythical, and Lucia herself couldn't overcome even one tier higher.

Still, Max had bridged multiple Divine Rank tiers and bested his rivals with ease, sans concepts, skills, or any fatigue.

That feat by itself left Lucia profoundly disturbed, yet what seized her notice—overlooked by most—was Max's omission of any Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline abilities.

That one aspect revealed much to her, signifying that Max's shown prowess remained distant from his full capacity, rendering the figure in the arena far more alarming than perceived.

"Bring out the Grim Gladiator," Max stated steadily, facing the announcer with an easy grin exuding clear assurance. "I aim to battle the Grim Gladiator and finish this immediately." His statement flowed steadily, but as it escaped his lips, its impact crashed upon the Divine Colosseum like a tumbling peak.

For a split second, the audience appeared paralyzed, as if all required a pulse to absorb his declaration, before the colosseum exploded beyond prior frenzy.

Yells, shrieks, and booming cheers merged as folks rose, flailing limbs and bellowing loudly, their fervor unbound by logic or restraint. Countless had arrived hoping for this instant, though none foresaw Max calling for it outright.

"Unleash the Grim Gladiator, make him clash now," a voice bellowed from the base levels, brimming with eager fire.

"Exactly, this is our purpose here—let's witness it unfold today," a fan hollered, with nearby voices repeating his call.

"Max has toppled all the rest; no need for more delays," a female exclaimed, her cheeks aglow with zeal.

"Grim Gladiator against Max—this clash of icons mustn't be postponed," a bass rumble echoed from the elevated rows.

"Should Max triumph here, the Divine Colosseum changes forever," a person shrieked, lost amid swelling cheers.

"Grim Gladiator, Grim Gladiator, Grim Gladiator," the masses chanted together, only for it to shift soon into a massive bellow of "Max, Max, Max," as the names clashed fiercely in the arena like rival tempests.

The Divine Colosseum trembled beneath the crowd's raw passion, with multitudes voicing the identical plea. At that juncture, it transcended Max's solo dare to the Grim Gladiator—the whole venue backed him, pressing for the epic showdown to ignite without delay.