Clone Ascension

“Hey, do you think Evan will join the freshman assessment?”

someone in the crowd suddenly asked.

“Oh right, he is a freshman this year.”

“I doubt it. He chose the Research Department.

He probably gave up the path of a combat evolver.”

“What a pity.

If he participated, none of the freshmen could beat him!”

Just then, the bearded teacher hosting the event raised his voice:

“Next, all freshmen participating in the assessment, please enter!”

Hearing this, Evan immediately pushed through the crowd

and walked toward the center of the arena.

At the outer ring of the field,

staff members were checking participant eligibility.

Evan handed over his student ID.

The senior girl in charge looked up and said:

“Please remove your hat, sunglasses, and mask.”

Evan cooperated, taking everything off.

The senior girl froze,

covering her mouth in shock.

She checked his student ID repeatedly,

then looked at the registration list—

and indeed found his name at the very end.

Evan had asked FangBro to sign him up days ago.

“Evan… good luck!”

She clenched her fist and smiled.

Evan smiled back

and stepped into the arena.

🎉 The Crowd Explodes

Students in the stands spotted him instantly.

“It’s Evan! He’s competing!”

After disappearing for several days,

Evan finally showed up—

and it was directly at the freshman assessment.

Instantly,

the entire audience focused on him.

All discussions shifted to Evan.

“With the strength he showed before,

he’s basically guaranteed first place.”

“Yeah, but I wonder if the rumors are true.

Some say he hit a bottleneck

and switched to the Research Department.”

“Did he fail his second evolution?

No way!”

Evan had countless fangirls at Dongli University.

They were now screaming his name,

waving banners and cheering wildly.

Hannah Keane led the girls

from Class 02 like a personal cheer squad.

The freshmen participating in the assessment

looked at Evan with grim expressions.

This monster was already so strong—

and he still came to steal first place from them?

Most freshmen were only eighteen or nineteen.

Completing the first evolution at that age

already made them geniuses.

Almost all of them

were newly‑advanced Chrysalis‑tier evolvers.

Among the sixty‑plus participants,

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over 90% had absorbed only one extract.

A few top students had absorbed two.

But Evan?

He had crushed the strongest Chrysalis‑tier genius

of the Rovan Federation

like swatting a fly.

If he participated,

first place was basically gone.

Everyone else could only fight for second.

🏟️ Round One Begins

The bearded teacher announced:

“All participants, please step onto the stage.

The first round is about to begin.”

Evan and the other sixty‑plus freshmen

stepped onto the massive arena platform.

Medical staff were already in place,

ready to treat injuries at any moment.

The bearded teacher reminded them:

“Once the assessment begins,

Examiner Ethan Frost will attack you.

You may defend, dodge, or even counterattack—

though I don’t recommend that option.”

Laughter erupted from the stands.

A group of Chrysalis‑tier freshmen

trying to counterattack a Master‑Class senior

was no different from throwing eggs at a boulder.

The teacher continued:

“Leaving the arena

or losing combat ability

means elimination.

The examiner will gradually increase his power

until only eight of you remain.

“Now—prepare yourselves…

Begin!”

The first round officially started.

All freshmen tensed up,

eyes locked on Ethan Frost.

Ethan didn’t waste time.

He only accepted this examiner job

to earn extra credits.

He had no intention

of playing with freshmen.

So his first move

was a wide‑area attack—

🌪️ Gale Blades

A violent storm erupted outward,

its wind cutting like blades.

In an instant,

many students had their clothes sliced open,

skin cut with shallow wounds.

Some activated defensive skills,

trying to block the wind blades.

Those without defenses

ran around the stage in panic,

hoping to escape the attack range.

But wind had no gaps.

Screams echoed across the arena

as several students jumped off the stage,

giving up.

Others gritted their teeth,

bleeding all over,

refusing to surrender.

Ethan increased the intensity.

More students collapsed or retreated,

seeking medical help.

Meanwhile, Evan—

the most watched participant—

stood perfectly still.

He didn’t use defensive skills…

because he had none.

He didn’t dodge…

because he didn’t need to.

The wind blades

could only tear his clothes.

They couldn’t cut his skin.

It hurt a little—

like a rough massage.

Even when Ethan strengthened the attack,

the blades only left faint marks

that healed instantly

under Evan’s Regenerator skill.

Ethan finally stopped the attack.

Less than thirty students remained.

The stands erupted in discussion.

“Ethan Frost is brutal!

He eliminated almost forty people instantly!”

“Haha, he’s not holding back at all.”

“The ones left are the elite freshmen.”

“Evan is the calmest one here.

He didn’t even move.”

“Look! Ethan is starting his second attack!”

“He’s not giving them a break!”

☣️ Acid Rain

Ethan’s second attack

was another wide‑area skill—

Acid Rain.

A green cloud formed overhead,

releasing corrosive droplets

onto the remaining students.

Evan frowned slightly.

So Ethan was a pure ranged attacker.

This type of evolver

was the natural counter

to melee fighters like him.

Close‑range fighters

all shared the same weakness—

short reach.

But the assessment stage

actually favored Evan.

As the examiner,

Ethan couldn’t leave the platform.

His kiting ability

was limited.

Should he counterattack?

The thought surfaced.

The rules allowed it.

It was just that no one ever tried—

because in previous years,

the gap between examiner and freshmen

was too large.

Evan’s lips curved.

“Let’s try it.

A good chance to test my Cocoon‑tier strength

against someone of the same tier.”