Chapter 91 ：Isn’t This Just Bullying?!
The match began.
In an instant, every gaze locked onto the arena—
including millions watching from televisions and computers across both nations.
Dongli viewers were nervous.
Although Evan had just verbally crushed Yeh Muni,
they still didn’t know his true strength.
Meanwhile, Rovan’s “Eighth Prince” Alvin had a well‑known reputation.
Rovan viewers eagerly awaited the scene of Alvin crushing Evan.
Despite his arrogant demeanor,
Alvin did not underestimate the situation.
The moment the match started—
his figure vanished.
Evan scanned the arena.
No sign of Alvin.
Invisibility?
Impossible.
There were no invisibility skills at Chrysalis‑tier.
It had to be a concealment skill.
The Rovan Academy students erupted with excitement.
“He used it! Prince Alvin’s signature skill—Camouflage!”
“He’s going for a quick victory!”
“Show Dongli who’s boss!”
“This skill is practically unbeatable at the same tier!”
Even Tyler Hayes and the Dongli team looked tense.
Camouflage came from the Tier‑2 S‑grade beast Transparent Chameleon.
It bent surrounding light to blend perfectly into the environment—
almost indistinguishable from invisibility.
Against higher‑tier opponents,
it could be detected by spiritual sense.
But against someone of the same tier,
it was a deadly assassination skill.
They believed in Evan’s strength,
but feared he might get ambushed.
Evan, however, remained calm.
He stomped heavily on the ground.
Raging Myriad Tides.
This was his first time using the skill in combat.
Raging Myriad Tides:
Smash the ground to unleash a violent shockwave,
striking everything within a certain radius—
ground, underground, and air.
Targets hit are briefly stunned,
and the user gains precise awareness of all lifeforms in the area.
A wide‑area attack with anti‑stealth properties.
Perfect for flushing out Alvin.
The moment he activated it,
Evan felt a massive drain of evolutionary energy and stamina.
It was a high‑consumption skill.
A violent shockwave erupted from him,
spreading in all directions.
BOOOOOOM!
The entire arena trembled.
The metal platform beneath Evan’s feet visibly caved in.
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Rovan Academy students felt their eyelids twitch.
They had built this arena themselves—
and damaging it required at least Cocoon‑tier strength.
Meaning—
Evan’s attack had reached Cocoon‑tier power.
The shockwave swept outward.
In the blink of an eye,
a figure was blasted out of hiding—
sent flying through the air,
vomiting blood mid‑flight.
It was Alvin.
He crashed at the edge of the arena with a heavy thud.
His clothes were shredded into strips,
blood pouring from his nose and mouth.
He looked utterly miserable.
He tried to get up—
but only flopped like a dying fish
before collapsing completely.
That’s it?
Even Evan was stunned.
He had only intended to reveal Alvin’s position
before rushing in with a combo.
He didn’t expect Alvin to fail to withstand
even a single Raging Myriad Tides.
This is Rovan’s so‑called genius?
How is he any different from Zach?
The stadium fell into dead silence.
Rovan spectators stared in disbelief.
Their “Eighth Prince,”
one of the brightest young talents—
defeated?
Without lasting even one move?
That Dongli kid was that strong?
Even Tyler and the Dongli team were shocked.
They had never seen Evan use this skill.
What kind of skill is that?
Isn’t this just bullying?!
In the VIP section,
the Saint‑tier powerhouses reacted differently.
General Ethan Graves burst into laughter.
President Winston Hale nodded with satisfaction.
Rovan’s Saint‑tiers, however,
looked grim.
One muttered:
“That resembles the signature skill of our Brahma River Crocodile—Thousandfold Tides.”
Budi nodded.
“But stronger.
Likely an evolved, superior version.”
Their expressions darkened.
With Evan present,
Rovan’s chances of winning were slim.
The referee finally snapped out of his daze
and announced:
“Winner of the first round—
Evan Cole of Dongli Nation!”
The stadium remained silent.
No cheers.
No boos.
Just stunned disbelief.
It wasn’t the loss that hurt—
it was the one‑sided humiliation.
They couldn’t even bring themselves to curse Evan.
In the silent arena,
one voice stood out.
FangBro waved both arms wildly:
“BIG BRO IS MIGHTY!
BIG BRO IS UNSTOPPABLE!”
Surrounded by hostile stares,
he remained fearless.
I’m leaving with Big Bro soon anyway.
Who cares!
Meanwhile, in Dongli homes across the nation,
people erupted with joy—
shouting, cheering, celebrating.
Decades later,
they would still reminisce about that afternoon—
the day they watched a young man fight for their country.
They witnessed the beginning of a legend.
Alvin, unable to move,
was quickly carried away.
The referee turned to Evan.
“Do you need a rest?”
“No need. Continue.”
He had only used one skill.
Why rest?
The referee nodded.
“Second round—
Rovan’s representative: Matul!”
Evan’s eyes lit up.
Yeh Muni’s nephew.
Yeh Muni had hunted him relentlessly
because of Elias Zhao.
Evan held a grudge.
He couldn’t beat Yeh Muni yet—
but beating up his nephew?
Perfect.
Below the stage,
Matul’s face was grim.
He knew he wasn’t much stronger than Alvin.
He had no confidence in taking that attack.
But he had no choice.
He stepped onto the arena.
Evan smiled warmly at him.
Matul shivered.
He could feel the malice hidden beneath that sunny smile—
and he knew exactly why.
But he was a soldier.
His mental fortitude was strong.
He steadied himself,
eyes sharpening with killing intent.