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title: "Chapter 1360: Winning!"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1367
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"How, how did this Max gain such terrifying strength?" Malissa howled from deep within her lungs as she watched the battle unfold, her composure completely shattered by the scene before her eyes.

What should have been a swift and decisive victory for the Grim Gladiator had instead turned into a humiliating spectacle, because from the very beginning it was Max who controlled the rhythm of the fight.

No matter how ferociously the Grim Gladiator attacked, no matter how much power he poured into each swing, his sword could not break past Max’s defense even once. It felt as though Max stood before him like an immovable wall, a presence that could not be shaken, broken, or bypassed regardless of how overwhelming the assault became.

"Damn it," Malissa cursed fiercely, her voice trembling with rage and disbelief as her eyes slowly turned red from prolonged fury. "How can a mortal at the sixth level of Divine Rank possess this level of strength. This is impossible, I refuse to believe it."

The longer the battle dragged on, the deeper her frustration grew, because every second only reinforced the same cruel truth that Max was not struggling at all. Her carefully laid plan was collapsing right in front of her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

On the other side of the chamber, Randolf and Chris stood frozen in silence, their earlier confidence completely erased. They had already believed that switching the final opponent from a first level Rebirth Realm warrior to a third level Rebirth Realm warrior was excessive, yet now it became painfully clear that the change had made no difference whatsoever.

The Grim Gladiator was giving everything he had, and still Max handled him with alarming ease, as if the gap between them was far greater than anyone had anticipated.

As reactions varied across the Divine Colosseum, with the crowd erupting in awe, Jaden and Lucia standing in utter shock, Lord Arckin watching with impressed amusement, and Malissa seething in disbelief, the battle itself finally reached its peak.

Bang.

Once more, the figures of Max and the Grim Gladiator collided, their swords crashing together and releasing a violent shockwave that pushed both of them backward across the arena floor. The air trembled as their feet scraped against stone, and for a brief moment, the arena fell into a tense silence.

"Time to end this," Max muttered calmly, his voice steady as red lightning suddenly erupted around his body.

In the same instant, he activated the Storm King’s Inheritance, Extreme Speed, while also invoking Heaven’s Wraith, and his figure vanished in a flash of crimson light. Before the Grim Gladiator could even react, Max had already appeared in front of him, his sword thrust forward and aimed directly at the golden chest armor that had withstood countless battles.

Bang.

The armor was indeed of extraordinary quality, so much so that Max’s blade failed to leave even a scratch upon its surface, yet that fact no longer mattered.

The sheer force behind the strike, amplified by red lightning, Draconic Essences, and the power of his veins, exploded outward in a devastating shockwave. The Grim Gladiator’s massive figure was blasted away helplessly, soaring across the arena before crashing violently into the stands.

As his body finally came to a stop, the outcome was clear to everyone present. The battle was over.

Max stood alone in the arena, calm and unscathed, exactly as he had expected from the very beginning.

The moment the Grim Gladiator’s massive body crashed into the stands and failed to rise again, the Divine Colosseum fell into a stunned silence that lasted for a single heartbeat, as if the world itself needed a moment to accept what had just happened. Then, that silence shattered completely, replaced by an eruption of voices so loud and chaotic that the entire colosseum trembled under its force.

"He won... the Grim Gladiator actually lost," someone whispered in disbelief, their voice trembling as their eyes remained fixed on the arena.

"No, this cannot be real, the Grim Gladiator was undefeated for years, no one has ever done this," another spectator shouted, clutching their head as if trying to wake themselves from a dream.

"Did you see that final strike, he did not even need to break the armor, he simply blasted him away. Max is simply too strong for Grim Gladiator to do anything," a man yelled, his voice filled with awe and fear mixed together.

"The undefeated legend has fallen, the Grim Gladiator has finally been defeated," someone screamed, their words echoing as realization spread through the crowd.

"Hahaha, history has been rewritten today, this is the end of an era," another voice cried out, half laughing and half shaking from excitement.

"Max defeated everyone, even the Grim Gladiator could not stop him, this is unbelievable," a woman shouted as tears of excitement welled in her eyes.

"Max, Max, Max," the chants began once again, rising from every corner of the Divine Colosseum as thousands stood up and roared his name with unrestrained fervor.

"The Grim Gladiator’s reign is over, the legend is dead, and a new one has been born today," a deep voice thundered from the upper stands.

The Divine Colosseum descended into complete madness as cheers, shouts, and thunderous applause collided into a single overwhelming storm of sound, because in that moment, everyone understood the same truth. The undefeated legend of the Grim Gladiator had come to an end, and in his place, a far more terrifying legend named Max had risen.

Hearing the deafening cheers rolling through the Divine Colosseum, Max simply shrugged, his expression calm as if the uproar had nothing to do with him, and waited patiently for the formal announcement. The noise continued to surge around him, yet he remained standing at the center of the arena, sword lowered, eyes steady, as though the battle had been nothing more than a routine exchange.

"The winner of the battle is Max Morgan," the announcer finally declared, his voice echoing across the entire Divine Colosseum with unmistakable clarity. "And with Max’s victory over the Grim Gladiator, he has earned his freedom and is now free to leave the Divine Colosseum and join any force of his choosing." The words carried tremendous weight, marking the end of a legend and the birth of something far greater.

"Finally," Max said with a small smile, a sense of quiet satisfaction settling in his heart, because that single sentence was what he had been waiting to hear from the very beginning.

Freedom was his true goal, not fame, not glory, and not the countless gazes now fixed upon him. With this, the shackles of the Divine Colosseum were supposed to fall away, allowing him to walk his own path without restraint.

Just as Max turned slightly, preparing to leave the arena and put this Chapter behind him, the atmosphere shifted once again. Three figures suddenly appeared within the arena, their arrival abrupt and heavy, drawing immediate attention from those who noticed them first.

It was Malissa, Randolf, and Chris, the very individuals who controlled the Divine Colosseum from behind the scenes, and their presence alone was enough to send a ripple of unease through the crowd, signaling that even after victory and freedom, things were far from truly over.