Chapter 149 : Nothing More Than a Husky
The roar of the combat hall was deafening—twenty arenas, hundreds of spectators, and a sea of flashing lights. But one arena towered above the rest, drawing the largest crowd like a magnet.
Evan pushed through the bodies, Wendy following behind him with her usual calm expression. The moment he saw the stage, he understood why the crowd was so loud.
A young man in the Linhua Royal Academy uniform—Logan Wynn—was dismantling his opponent with surgical precision.
His opponent wore a desert headcloth, accompanied by several retainers in similar attire. A visitor from the Desert United Kingdom. And judging by the frantic middle‑aged man rushing forward—
Prince Rayan Al‑Sahir.
Logan’s heel slammed into Rayan’s ribs, sending him tumbling off the stage.
“Your Highness!”
The retainer caught him mid‑fall.
Rayan coughed, face pale but eyes burning with defiance.
Logan looked down at him with a smirk that could curdle milk.
“Your strength might count as ‘genius’ in the Six Nations,” he said, “but here? You’re nothing. We have dozens stronger than me.”
Rayan gritted his teeth. “Beating me doesn’t give you the right to insult all of us.”
Logan laughed. “You Six Nations people only know how to fight each other. Narrow‑minded. Petty. What geniuses could you possibly produce?”
Evan’s eyes lit up.
Perfect.
A stage.
A loudmouth.
And an entire arena waiting to be slapped.
He stepped forward and shouted:
“Arrogant!”
The crowd parted like the Red Sea. Heads turned. Phones lifted. Evan prepared to leap onto the stage—
A staff member blocked him with a clipboard.
“Sir, you must sign the contract and pay the entry fee before participating.”
Evan froze.
This man…
had just ruined his dramatic entrance.
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He stared at the staff member with the dead eyes of someone whose anime transformation sequence had been interrupted.
But rules were rules.
He marched to the counter, signed the waiver, demonstrated his evolution level—
Still Chrysalis‑tier.
Two evolutions.
Nothing more.
His body was monstrous, but he had not crossed the third evolution yet.
—then paid the fee.
Just as he finished, a blond young man strode past him, handed over his token, and leapt onto the stage.
“Next time you insult the Six Nations,” he said coldly, “leave Gu’an Nation out of it.”
Logan burst into laughter. “See? You Six Nations people only know how to fight each other.”
The whistle blew.
Rothsay of Gu’an University fought like a battering ram. Logan fought like a whip. When Logan tried a sneak attack, Rothsay’s body softened like a serpent—Tarsal Constriction.
Wendy leaned in. “Soft‑Bone Python skill. Physical attacks barely work.”
Evan nodded. “Impressive. Is he weak to electricity?”
“Yes.”
“Then he’s trash.”
Moments later, Logan tapped out.
Rothsay released him and declared, “Wolves do not mingle with dogs. This is not infighting. This is pride.”
“Arrogant!”
Evan shouted again.
This time, no one stopped him.
He handed over his token and soared onto the stage.
“Which nation?” Rothsay asked.
“Dongli,” Evan said. “Evan Cole.”
“Remember the name of the one who defeats you,” Rothsay said. “Rothsay of Gu’an.”
The whistle blew.
Rothsay moved first, a meteor‑like punch flying toward Evan’s face.
Evan didn’t dodge.
Didn’t block with a skill.
He simply raised his arm.
Rothsay’s fist slammed into Evan’s forearm—
CRACK.
Not Evan’s bones.
His.
Rothsay staggered back, horrified. “What… what are you?!”
Evan grinned.
Still Chrysalis‑tier.
But his bones—strengthened by coral stone—were harder than alloy.
“My turn.”
A Gravity Chain shot out, yanking Rothsay toward him. Evan punched him in the chest—careful not to kill him.
Rothsay panicked and wrapped around him again with Tarsal Constriction.
Evan felt nothing.
To him, it was a mediocre massage.
“This is too gentle,” he sighed. “Put some strength into it.”
Then he activated Thunder God’s Body.
Blue lightning crackled across his skin, arcing into Rothsay’s body. Smoke rose. The smell of roasted meat drifted through the air.
Rothsay collapsed, twitching.
Evan retracted the electricity and smiled.
“You think you’re a wolf,” he said softly. “But you’re nothing more than a husky.”
The arena exploded.