I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

At the very moment the host announced the start of the match, John felt two sharp killing intents aimed straight at him.

Unfazed, he quickly sidestepped, dodging the first wave of attacks from Blood Butcher and Headman Demon.

The crowd gasped in unison at the scene, with some spectators beginning to curse out loud.

"Are you serious? You two are supreme-tier and you're getting played by a gold-tier awakener like this? That's ridiculous."

"He's already dodged the first wave of attacks; you're too useless, just twist his head off already."

"Is this weakling really wasting so much of your time? Hurry up, finish the fight in under a minute."

Some in the audience were openly disparaging, feeling the fight was just a waste of time.

After all, a quicker resolution would mean more money for them.

Blood Butcher himself was also surprised.

He had intended to end the fight with one powerful move, using all his strength.

Yet, unexpectedly, his attack had been neatly dodged.

This was utterly preposterous.

Headman Demon's expression remained unchanged, yet he grew increasingly tense.

He was acutely aware that things might not be as simple as he had thought.

If John could so easily dodge their initial attack, the situation was likely to turn grim.

They both felt the arena's suppressive effect on them; their speed wasn't as swift as it would be outside, nor could they exert as much strength.

John, however, had prepared well in advance.

He knew no potions could be used in this place.

But he had cleverly consumed a bottle of monkey wine before entering, which could dispel the chill in his body and enhance his speed.

Products from the secret realm weren't as conspicuous as those made by pharmacists outside, so even if he had taken something, it wouldn't be detectable by others.

He also kept his mind in a state of extreme tension.

In such a heightened and taut condition, he was able to inflict more explosive damage.

Today, he had a significant deed to accomplish!

As the host announced the start, they also noticed that Immortal Messenger seemed to have moved too!

Initially, since Blood Butcher and his ally had charged directly at John, many had not focused on Immortal Messenger.

But now, they realized Immortal Messenger was also heading towards John.

At first, they thought Immortal Messenger was there to aid the challenger.

However, it now appeared that the situation was not as they had anticipated.

Immortal Messenger seemed intent on killing the man!

All three were charging towards John, their expressions growing increasingly grim.

Their killing intent was palpable, as if they were about to tear John to pieces at any moment.

"What's going on? Why does it seem like all three are targeting John?"

"Isn't Immortal Messenger supposed to be John's teammate? Why does it look like he wants to kill him too?"

"What's the deal with this challenger? Why are all three attacking him?"

"My God, does this mean the challenger has to fight all three of them?"

Some spectators gasped upon realizing this, but their shock quickly turned to excitement.

If this were indeed the case, the match would become even more thrilling to watch.

They also began to wonder how long he could possibly hold out.

With three powerful opponents continuously targeting John, any slip-up would likely be fatal.

Moreover, he couldn't possibly withstand them for long.

Two were supreme-tier competitors, and the other was an awakener who had defeated a supreme-tier.

There was simply no comparison.

In an instant, Silver Tear realized what was happening, her heart almost leaping to her throat.

Her pupils dilated with sheer terror, and even her breathing became labored.

She suddenly understood why John had been so fearless earlier.

He had planned from the start to have the captain enter the fray.

And knowing that the captain wouldn't easily be manipulated, John's only option was to set the wolf against the tiger!

If Blood Butcher and his ally were the tigers, then the captain was the wolf.

John had clearly decided to pit these three against each other, while also using their mutual forces to counterbalance one another.

"Is he insane?"

Silver Tear's palms were slick with sweat.

In that moment, she found herself at a loss for words.

Yet, John appeared even calmer, seemingly undisturbed from beginning to end by the situation.

Victor charged towards John, his hands shaped like talons, ready to cripple him in the next second.

Blood Butcher and his companion were shocked by this turn.

Was this some kind of infighting among teammates?

But soon, they were delighted and excited.

Regardless of the circumstances, it was a favorable situation for them.

Three against one, could they possibly lose?

If so, they might as well have wasted all their years training!

Three supreme-tier awakeners against a gold-tier—if they couldn't win, they would truly be worthless.

Indeed, in their eyes, Victor was already counted among the supreme-tier awakeners.

John did not meet their attacks head-on but instead dodged all their strikes.

He knew that facing them directly would only lead to a dead end, so he had to cleverly draw them into attacking each other.

However, it was clear that Blood Butcher and Victor didn't have a harmonious relationship, necessitating a breakdown between them.

Blood Butcher, a powerhouse, threw punches as heavy as sandbags, while Headman Demon, with a physical strength nearly double that of John's, was even simpler in his approach.

Both charged at John from either side, fists clenched, and hurled their punches toward him with incredible speed!

As the fists neared, John stood his ground, not moving an inch, even curving his lips into a sinister smile.

What was he doing?

Had he been scared stiff?

He seemed to have no intention of moving, as if he had gone mad.

Though most here refrained from using their magical powers, Blood Butcher's punch alone could pulverize a man into pulp!

With Headman Demon and Immortal Messenger also at his side, the combined force of these three was something no ordinary man could withstand.

It was utterly absurd and outrageous that he still stood there, unmoved.

Was he truly seeking death?

In another private box, Benjamin watched everything unfold with a smile.

"It seems this man does have some sense of self-awareness, thinking it's time to make his move now, but unfortunately, it looks like he can't stop anymore."

As he spoke, Benjamin felt a twinge of regret, for such a talented individual truly deserved their mercy.

"If we could bring him into our fold, it would strengthen our position significantly in negotiations later on."

"It might not be that simple," Francis responded, his expression turning serious.

He always believed that John wouldn't so easily place himself in a perilous situation without good reason.

The apparent danger now was likely because John hadn't yet shown his true capabilities.

"What? Do you think he can survive this, facing those three?"