The leader of the council of elders laughed, "Second Seat, you have been proven wrong yet again. Since the beginning of the inheritance war, His Highness Evan hadn't failed to surprise us with his impressive skills, abilities, and unpredictable nature. Even I can't tell what he can and can't do. So it's impossible to know what he has planned. Claiming to know will only lead to humiliation in the long run."
Despite being a high-ranking member of the Imperial Frost Clan, the council's leader made sure to add honorifics before Evan's name as a sign of respect and admiration. It was evident that he held Evan in the highest esteem and wanted everyone to know where he stood. By using honorifics before Evan's name, he demonstrated the immense value he placed on Evan, and honestly, Evan had earned it.
"I guess I will stop judging using common standards when it comes to His Highness Evan." the second seat of the council said
The other elders of the council of elders nodded in agreement.
"Yes, His Highness Evan is not like anyone else we have seen before. He can't be judged by common standards."
"He has truly surpassed our expectations and proven himself to be worthy of his position as the Crown Prince of Frost!" The Head Elder exclaimed.
"I am glad to see that he is winning the inheritance war." the second elder said with a smile on his stiff face.
Nicholas watched in frustration as the entire Council of Elders seemed to be siding with Evan. His blood boiled in anger, and he clenched his fists, gnashing his teeth in frustration.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he roared in his mind, unable to contain his emotions.
.....
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the arena, Evan, the embodiment of a true douchebag, was still assaulting his own flesh and blood like it was a damn family tradition. He was ruthless in his pursuit of driving his ancestor towards the afterlife.
Can someone please give this guy a model human manual?
Poor ancestor Dylan's strong and imposing self was reduced to a weak and defenseless coward by Evan. The beating was so savage that even the gladiators local to the empire's capital planet would have felt sorry for him.
Not to mention, the ferocious blows left Dylan vulnerable to what was to come!
Haiyah!
Remembering his past life's second biggest idol, Evan pulled out his inner Jackie Chan and launched Dylan sky-high like a SpaceX rocket, except the only thing he would be reaching was the ground. He plummeted down like a brick, only to find himself in a "punch buffet" where fists were the main course, and pain was the side dish.
The punchfest was on, and it was like Dylan was the guest of honor. Evan's punches landed with the force of a runaway train, shaping Dylan's body into a whole new form faster than a plastic surgeon could say "botox." His bones were rearranged by Evan at a ridiculous speed, and his organs were in disarray. Evan, on the other hand, looked like he had seen two seven on the screen of the slot machine and was close to winning the jackpot. What a sicko!
Vikhilk spoke up, his voice trembling with shock, "I can't believe what I am witnessing. This is beyond anything I could have imagined."
Ylva, who was standing beside him, nodded in agreement and said, "For Soul Manifestation Realm cultivators and Body Tempering Expert, His Highness Evan truly is an unrivaled existence. I think our greatest fortune is that we are from the same clan, and we would never have to face him in battle."
A loud and audible sound of cracking emanated.
Evan had broken Dylan's neck with his fist. The gruesome act left no room for doubt – Dylan's body lay on the ground lifelessly.
"I hope this is sufficient to prove to them that I am deserving of their unwavering allegiance," Evan muttered under his breath.
All of Evan's actions so far had been deliberate. He had defeated Dylan by relying solely on his physical prowess to showcase his true capabilities to his clansmen so that he would earn their support. And his plan had proven to be a success, as the entire council of elders had aligned themselves with him. And he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he did. The one he fought wasn't a real being, to begin with, so it didn't matter how cruel he was to "it."
[Ding! The challenge has been completed!]
Immediately, a portal opened up in the middle of the arena.
Taking it teleported Evan to the Backroom.
"Marvelous job, Evan the Climber!" Victor D'Angelo's voice boomed with excitement as he spoke. "For vanquishing the clone that was designed to mimic the teenage version of the Fist Emperor, I have granted you the privilege to bypass the fourth floor of the Monster Tower and progress straight to the fifth floor. Just consult with me if you want that, and I will open the passage to the fifth floor for you. Additionally, you have earned the right to take on the next challenge of my trial! The decision is entirely yours."
Victor's words of praise didn't faze Evan as he strode past him and headed straight for the second door that was in the back room. It was apparent that he was looking for a new family member to beat up after beating up Dylan.
Positioned before the door, Evan cast a glance over his shoulder, meeting Victor's gaze head-on. "Manager, my resolve remains steadfast. No amount of persuasion can sway my decision. I will emerge victorious against all five of my ancestor's clones and advance directly to the tenth floor!" His words carried an air of assurance that made it seem like his victory against the remaining four clones was already a foregone conclusion
Click! Clack!
The door opened wide, and as Evan confidently marched through it, he was teleported to his next destination, where he would face his next challenge.
The surroundings bore a striking resemblance to where he had previously battled Dylan. It was another arena, and standing across from him was an alluringly stunning figure.
