Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1359 Fighting the Gladiator!

"Go ahead and attack," Max declared with composure, pulling out his sword where the edge vibrated gently while azure bolts started wrapping around his limb and the weapon's length, his form at ease but impeccably steady as he confronted the Grim Gladiator.

Without delaying even a moment after hearing that, the Grim Gladiator's golden plating ignited in a dazzling glow as dark infernos burst from the spaces in his armor, encircling his enormous frame like a sentient blaze that boosted his already horrifying bodily might.

He stomped forward with a booming tread that splintered the arena's surface under his boots, swinging his blade in a savage overhead chop, the edge aflame with shadowy fire as it plunged down with power capable of pulverizing peaks. The atmosphere wailed from the force, and numerous spectators recoiled on instinct, certain that nobody could endure such a blow straight on.

Max shifted.

Azure electricity sparked, his silhouette smudging as he adjusted his position by the tiniest degree, and with a crisp clang of metal, his weapon clashed squarely against the Grim Gladiator's sword.

The collision unleashed a fierce blast ripping across the arena, rock slabs bursting apart as the dark fires raged uncontrollably, but Max stayed rooted in place. His limb held firm, bolstered by the surging force of 1200 Draconic Essences surging inside him and a measured unleashing of energy from the initial Divine Vein, the Vein of Origin, fixing him like an immovable monolith.

Beneath his helmet, the Grim Gladiator's gaze sharpened as he chained his next move without pause, whirling his sword into a sideways cut targeting Max's midsection, shadowy flames coiling fiercely along the edge while his golden armor throbbed with symbolic radiance.

Max countered solely with velocity, azure bolts exploding under his soles as he deflected the blow, followed by the next, and the one after, every impact booming like a storm as metal grated against metal repeatedly.

Flecks of azure and dark power flew through the sky, and whenever the Grim Gladiator's colossal power thrust ahead, Max countered it smoothly, his actions sharp and streamlined, depending only on his blade, his quickness, and the unrefined might flowing within him.

The Grim Gladiator bellowed and intensified his onslaught, his strikes turning into an unyielding barrage. His weapon hammered down in devastating top blows, broad sweeps, and stabbing lunges that held enough might to rip apart Divine Rank barriers effortlessly.

Shadowy fires now cloaked his entire sword, flowing out like a scorching wave, as his golden armor shone more intensely with every motion, fortifying his frame and heightening each stroke. But regardless of how savage the barrage grew, Max stayed serene, his azure lightning flickering nonstop as he thwarted every assault, parrying, turning aside, and guiding each hit with impeccable rhythm.

Whenever their blades struck, the arena trembled, wide fissures extending over the floor as surges of energy swept outward. The Grim Gladiator advanced with dominating bodily force, trying to overwhelm Max via brute power alone, but Max replied with equilibrium and command, directing his Draconic Essences to strengthen his form and tapping precisely the right amount from the Vein of Origin to even the odds.

His weapon stayed gripped tightly, his footing never faltered, and his face showed no alteration, even with shadowy fires brushing perilously near his skin.

From the viewers' perspective, the fight progressed at a nearly unbelievable speed, azure electricity and dark blaze smashing together in quick bursts as the pair streaked around the arena. The Grim Gladiator assaulted like a furious disaster, each hit designed to conclude the duel immediately, whereas Max held the core of the chaos, facing every impact directly using just his sword, his agility, and his alarmingly restrained might.

With each parried blow, it grew evident that despite the Grim Gladiator's strikes being so potent, Max was equaling them flawlessly, not through flashy maneuvers or showy bursts of energy, but via sheer expertise, accuracy, and a steadfast base that wouldn't give ground at all.

The spectacle in the arena held the whole Divine Colosseum in a mix of stunned silence and thrilled tension, expressions locked in astonishment as gazes fought to track the nonstop sword clashes.

Each booming hit from the Grim Gladiator packed enough punch to demolish a top-tier Divine Rank fighter, but every one got halted by Max with such laid-back accuracy that it seemed impossible.

The audience edged closer without thinking, holding their breaths, for the display ahead demolished all their notions of power within the Divine Realm.

"Incredible…" Jaden breathed softly, standing up gradually from her chair as the truth of the scene sank in. This shock hit harder than any before, since she could plainly follow each action and every impact.

Regardless of how fearsome the Grim Gladiator's sword grew or how fiercely the dark fires swirled around the gilded edge, Max deflected every assault effortlessly, his blade shifting only what's needed to block the hit without extra effort.

It seemed like the Grim Gladiator's crushing strength held no sway over him, like Max had foreseen and countered it all prior to contact. What disturbed her deepest was that Max hadn't countered with his own strike yet, and the fight's tilt was glaringly clear.

"He's far too powerful," Lucia murmured, her gaze stretched wide in true astonishment as her prior assurance shifted to a much profounder weight. She'd long recognized Max's strength, from their clash in Obsidian Dragon City, but this surpassed it entirely.

Seeing him casually manage a fighter at the third stage of the Rebirth Realm, while stuck at the sixth stage of Divine Rank himself, flipped every rule she understood.

At that instant, Lucia grasped that Max's promise wasn't merely great, but boundless, for even the top talents of the Divine Realm paled in raw fighting ability against him. They would seem trivial next to Max.

Far overhead the arena, Lord Arckin watched the duel with an easy grin, his gaze sparkling as Max kept fending off every hit without effort. "Looks like we've all misjudged Max by a wide margin," he stated evenly, the analogy springing up in his thoughts, since the view resembled less a real fight and more an elder humoring a kid's outburst.

The Grim Gladiator poured all his effort into each slash, while Max handled it with no trouble, never retreating, never slipping.

The aide positioned at his back dipped his head in quiet accord, his look brimming with wonder instead of worry.

Lord Arckin then chuckled lightly, his grin expanding a bit as a fresh idea entered his head. "I can't help but imagine the look on Malissa's face now that she's seen this," he remarked, obviously relishing the picture, for it was now blatantly clear that any plot she had unleashed was falling apart in plain sight.