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title: "Chapter 1345: Shock to Silence"
slug: "ch-1352"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1352
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wordCount: 1094
createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Up in the stands, Lucia and Jaden stood frozen, their expressions blank as if their minds had momentarily gone empty, the scene before them leaving them stunned to the point where even breathing felt unnatural. It was as though both of them had lost their souls for a brief moment, their eyes fixed on the calm figure standing in the arena below.

"Damn, just one move to defeat Raul. This Max really is a genius," Jaden finally said as she snapped back to her senses, her voice filled with amazement that she did not even try to hide.

Lucia, however, did not look happy at all, her lips twitching as she stared at Max with complicated emotions swirling in her eyes. "Damn this guy. Every time I see him, something bad happens to me," she muttered bitterly before letting out a quiet sigh.

"Now we can only hope that Raul wins at least one of his next two battles. If he loses both and we lose the bet..." Her voice trailed off as she imagined the consequences, her chest tightening at the thought of everything she had put on the line, because just thinking about losing made her feel like crying.

"If Max is this much of a genius, don’t you think we should try to recruit him into our Grims Family?" Jaden asked as she glanced toward Max again, noticing how calm and composed he remained despite the chaos he had caused.

"He is already recruited as a named disciple under Aunt Virelia," Lucia replied, a small smile finally appearing on her face. "She accepted him back then because his strength was still too weak, and the condition for him to become her true disciple was for him to first ascend to the Divine Realm. Only after that would she officially take him in."

"That makes sense," Jaden said as she nodded slowly, her gaze still fixed on Max, now filled with a deeper interest than before.

"Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this battle is Max Morgan!" The announcer announced the result of the battle between Max and Raul.

At that moment, the man who had earlier advised Max not to take the battle seriously even if he lost to Raul stood completely stupefied, his mind struggling to process what he had just witnessed because the outcome had gone far beyond anything he had expected or imagined.

He stared at the arena in disbelief, replaying the scene again and again in his head, yet no matter how many times he did so, he still could not understand how a warrior at the sixth level of Divine Rank had sent a peak Divine Rank expert flying with a single punch.

"Warrior Max, return to the stands," the announcer’s voice rang out clearly, reaching Max’s ears as the noise in the colosseum slowly began to settle.

Max frowned slightly when he heard this, because he had no intention of wasting an entire day waiting around for battles to be scheduled one by one. He wanted to finish his remaining fights quickly and be done with it, since lingering here held little meaning for him after what he had already shown.

"I want to start my next battle right now," Max said loudly, his voice carrying across the arena as he looked toward the platform where the announcement was coming from. "Can you do this?"

The moment his words left his mouth, the crowd erupted once again, their reaction far more intense than Max had anticipated.

"Yeah, start the next battle of Max. I want to see him fight more," someone shouted excitedly, and their words were immediately followed by countless others echoing the same sentiment.

"One more battle," another voice cried out, soon joined by an overwhelming chorus calling his name again and again as the entire colosseum seemed to tremble under the weight of their excitement.

"I want to see Max fight!"

"I want to see Max fight!"

"I want to see Max fight!"

Soon the entire colosseum roared with the chants of Max’s name.

"What the hell?" Max muttered under his breath, genuinely stunned by the scene before him. He had only wanted to fight another match and finish things faster, yet the crowd looked like a mass of crazed spectators, their eyes burning with anticipation as they shouted endlessly for his next battle.

The sheer level of fervor directed toward him left Max deeply shocked, because this kind of reaction was something he had never experienced before, and it was far beyond anything he had expected from a single victory.

"Since the entire crowd wishes to see the next battle of Max, you shall have it," the announcer declared immediately, his voice rising with excitement as he responded to the overwhelming demand.

In the next moment, Max’s name appeared high in the sky above the arena, glowing brightly as another name began to scroll rapidly beside it, flashing through countless possibilities before slowing down. In the blink of an eye, the scrolling stopped, and the next match was decided for everyone to see.

Max versus Dean.

"Warrior Dean, come to the arena," the announcer’s voice rang out, spreading wide and far across the colosseum and cutting through the lingering excitement like a sharp blade. The words seemed to carry a different weight this time, and as they echoed, the atmosphere within the arena began to change in a way that was immediately noticeable.

A few moments later, a large man with a heavy build slowly walked toward the arena, an enormous axe resting in his grip as if it weighed nothing at all. With each step he took, an oppressive presence spread outward, and the effect on the crowd was immediate and unsettling.

The spectators who had been roaring Max’s name just moments ago gradually fell silent, their excitement draining away as a tense quiet settled over the colosseum, leaving only the sound of Dean’s footsteps and the faint creak of stone beneath his boots.

The sudden shift from deafening cheers to complete silence made Max frown slightly as he stood in the arena, his gaze lifting toward the approaching figure. He could feel the change in the air, heavy and restrained, as though everyone present was holding their breath.

When Max finally looked ahead, he saw the towering figure step fully into the arena, the man’s sheer size and aura commanding absolute attention. This single individual had managed to silence the entire colosseum on his own, forcing even the most frenzied spectators to shut their mouths the moment he appeared.