Clone Ascension

The Rovan spectators were suffocating with frustration.

They wanted Matul to defeat Evan and restore their pride—

yet they also feared he would end up like Alvin,

crushed in a single move.

No one dared cheer for him.

If he lost, it would only be more humiliating.

Still, they clung to a sliver of hope:

Matul trained in the military.

He has real combat experience.

Maybe… he can win!

“Match begin!”

As the bald referee’s voice fell,

Matul entered full alert mode,

eyes fixed on Evan’s legs.

He remembered Evan stomping the ground to activate Raging Myriad Tides.

But Evan didn’t use any skill.

He simply walked toward Matul—

step by step, closing the distance,

not even activating Rhino Charge.

The psychological pressure was immense.

Matul kept retreating,

backing all the way to the edge of the arena.

With nowhere left to go,

he finally snapped and launched an attack.

His footwork was unpredictable,

his movements sharp and fast.

In a few flickers, he closed in on Evan.

A predatory gleam flashed in his eyes.

He lunged like a starving wolf.

But just before reaching Evan—

his figure vanished.

And reappeared behind him.

A feint.

One of Matul’s hands transformed—

bones piercing through skin,

forming razor‑sharp claws.

He slashed toward Evan’s neck.

Matul knew Evan was strong.

To win, he needed a kill shot.

He was trained to kill.

He knew exactly how to sever a head with minimal resistance.

But at that moment—

Evan moved.

His upper body twisted,

and he punched backward.

Matul was shocked.

He hadn’t expected Evan to react.

Evan’s reflexes and speed were far beyond his expectations.

But then Matul relaxed slightly.

Evan wasn’t using a skill—

just a simple punch.

Matul sneered.

His bone claws shifted direction,

aiming to slice through Evan’s arm.

“I’ll cripple your arm first!”

But the moment his claws struck—

a jarring hardness shot up his arm.

His imagined scene of slicing through flesh

did not happen.

Instead—

his hand hurt.

And then he saw Evan’s fist

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growing larger and larger in his vision.

“Showy nonsense.”

That was the last sentence Matul heard in his life.

BOOM!

Evan’s punch exploded Matul’s head—

like smashing a ripe watermelon.

Blood and fragments splattered everywhere.

The massive stadium fell silent.

Another one‑shot kill.

But this time, Evan didn’t even use a skill—

just a punch.

(He did use Ant Strength,

but most people couldn’t tell.)

Evan recalled his past fights.

He had always ended battles in one move.

Never a second.

This time, he deliberately avoided using skills—

not to show off,

but to test whether his physique,

enhanced by Knowledge Is Power

and boosted by Ant Strength,

could defeat a same‑tier evolver purely with raw strength.

The answer was yes.

Not only defeat—

but kill.

Evan glanced at the claw marks on his arm.

Under Regenerator,

they were already healing.

He looked at the referee.

“We can start the next round.”

“Huh?”

The referee snapped out of his daze and quickly announced:

“Second round—

victory goes to Evan Cole of Dongli Nation!”

The announcement jolted the audience,

but they still couldn’t speak.

What kind of monster is this?

They stared at the handsome, sunny‑looking boy on stage—

but beneath that clean appearance

was a beast.

What kind of freak

could punch a Chrysalis‑tier evolver’s head apart

without using a skill?

And not just any evolver—

but Matul,

a military prodigy,

the top of his tier,

General Yeh Muni’s own nephew.

Matul had danced around Evan

like a monkey circling a tiger.

Rovan’s morale collapsed completely.

Two fights.

Two instant kills.

No resistance.

In the VIP section,

Yeh Muni’s face was dark as ink.

His eyes burned with killing intent.

He knew Evan did this deliberately—

killing Matul in front of him as revenge.

Budi and the other Rovan powerhouses

looked grim.

Their eyes were fixed on Evan.

They knew Rovan had already lost.

But what worried them more

was Evan himself.

His strength.

His potential.

At Evan’s age,

none of them had been this monstrous.

At Chrysalis‑tier,

none of them had this level of dominance.

President Hale and General Graves exchanged glances—

their eyes filled with both joy and concern.

Evan’s potential exceeded their expectations.

And that meant

greater danger would follow.

On the arena,

the referee asked again:

“Do you need a rest?”

Evan shook his head.

“Continue.”

But below the stage—

Rovan’s last participant,

Amy, the #1 Chrysalis‑tier of Rovan Academy,

turned pale.

“I surrender!”

What a joke.

How could she possibly fight that monster?

She wasn’t about to let her pretty face get blown apart.

The referee confirmed twice.

Amy refused to even step onto the stage.

He had no choice but to announce:

“The winner of this Judgment Battle—

Dongli Nation!”

Sparse cheers rose from the Dongli side—

FangBro and the Dongli TV reporters.

In the preparation area,

Zach Hayes and Wang Hai were stunned.

It’s over?

Then why did we even come?

Tyler Hayes applauded with a smile.

President Hale and General Graves flew to Evan’s side.

“Well done!”

General Graves laughed heartily.

President Hale nodded in approval.

But the real reason they rushed over

was to ensure Evan’s safety.

“Once we retrieve Dr. Wendy Lewis and Minister Yvonne Hart,

we return home immediately,” Hale said.

At that moment,

FangBro popped up beside Evan—

afraid Evan might forget him.

Evan grinned.

“I’ve got a job for you.

Go buy a cup of milk tea.”

FangBro blinked.

“Big Bro, you want milk tea?

I thought you hated that stuff.”

“Just go. Don’t ask.”

FangBro vanished with an earth‑escape technique.

Tyler Hayes said:

“We’ll wait here for Dr. Lewis and Minister Hart.”

The Judgment Battle was decreed by the Envoy.

Since Rovan lost,

they wouldn’t dare break the agreement.

They had no choice

but to hand Wendy and Yvonne over.