Everyone already thought that Clark already had this battle in the bag.
Terence was definitely skilled in his own way, but compared to the scion of the Ashford Clan, he still fell short.
Little did they know that Clark wanted to defy everyone's expectations, and what would work better than conceding the match?
This was the idea playing inside his head, which he knew for certain would be a blow to the prestige of the Ashford Clan.
He could already imagine how furious his father and grandfather would be the mont he threw the towel and walked out of the arena without a fight.
Clark thought long and hard about this mont the entire night, so now, he was already at peace with his decision.
However, at that exact mont, a notification sound was heard coming from his communicator.
Clark glanced at the teenage boy standing on the stage, who was looking in his direction.
He just received a ssage from none other than Zion, and it read…
"Fight. So that you will not have any regrets in life."
Clark smiled faintly as he tapped on his communicator, replying to the ssage.
"Is that an order?" Clark asked.
"It is an order," Thirteen replied.
"I guess it can't be helped then?"
"Mmm."
Clark chuckled. After he finished replying to Zion, he oddly felt the loose ends in his heart start to unravel.
Although he tried to tell himself that he didn't mind conceding the match and was already at peace with his decision, deep down in the recesses of his heart and mind, he didn't want to take the easy way out.
"Regrets, huh?" Clark muttered as he shifted his attention to Terence. "Are you done with your preparations?" Terence asked. "I am done," Clark replied. "I concede this match."
A collective gasp spread inside the entire Colosseum. No one expected Clark to answer the question in such a way.
Claude, who was seated inside the VIP Room, who shot up in shock upon hearing his son's declaration.
And from the Main Residence of the Ashford Clan, Aaron smashed the wine glass in his hand, spilling its contents.
Just as everyone was reeling from Clark's statent, the young man heartily laughed and took a fighting stance.
"I was just joking," Clark said in a teasing tone. "Do you really think that I'll concede this match? You need to work hard for your win, Terence."
Thirteen didn't react when Clark said that he would concede the match because the young man had sent him a ssage that said…
"I'm going to give my family a fright. Overlook it once, will you?"
And he was right.
The entirety of the Ashford Clan was indeed given a fright, especially Clark's father, Claude, who thought that he was going to die of a heart attack.
Clark felt smug inside, having simulated the varying aftermaths of his declaration earlier.
The thought of making a fool of his Grandfather felt liberating. It made him feel as if he was able to pay Aaron back for the threat that the Monarch had used against him and his father, Claude. "This damn brat!" Claude patted his chest before sitting back down on the couch. "I almost stopped breathing earlier. I'll make sure to give him an earful later!"
Now that he had recovered from the fright, Claude started to feel anxious because he didn't know how his father, Aaron, reacted to his son's prank earlier.
However, since he was not receiving any ssages at the mont, he believed that things were still under control.
'If you win, then things can still be treated as a joke,' Claude thought. 'But if you lose, I'm afraid you might not be able to keep your life. My son, why are you being so reckless? You're a very smart boy. Why are you suddenly courting death?!'
Claude had many things that he wanted to say out loud but didn't dare to do so.
For the ti being, he put all these matters aside and focused on the battle that was about to begin.
"Are both of you ready?" Thirteen asked.
""Ready!""
Thirteen nodded and raised his hand. "Battle Start!"
As soon as the signal to fight was declared, Clark imdiately stomped his foot on the ground, creating a mist that expanded outward with him at the center.
"Oh no, you don't!" Terence shouted as he charged forward. He had seen Clark use this ability against Roland and knew that it would be very difficult for him to locate him once the mist had fully covered the arena.
Thirteen nodded in satisfaction because Terence made the right call.
Sparks flew as the two young n clashed within the mist.
Clark was still spreading the mist, while Terence was pushing hard on him, not allowing him to slip away and disappear from his sight.
Roland, who had been subjected to the sa strategy during his fight, narrowed his gaze as he looked at the arena.
He could still rember how helpless he felt back then. It was only as he watched that he realized he should have done what Terence had done and stuck to Clark like glue, preventing him from using the mist to his advantage.
However, he caught a familiar face at the corner of his eye, prompting him to turn to his left side.
Sitting five seats away from him was Joshua, who was munching on so popcorn.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, the Sage of the Hero Party glanced in Roland's direction and frowned.
"I'm not sharing," Joshua said. "Go buy your own."
Shana, Diana, Mildred, and Erica, who were also seated in the VIP Seats reserved for the Hero Party, looked at Joshua in surprise. Roland was just as surprised as them. However, the mont he regained his composure, he glared at his ex-best friend and growled. "What are you doing here?"
"Watching the battle, why?" Joshua answered, not even bothering to give Roland a second glance as he continued to eat his popcorn.
"You sure have so nerve to co here after betraying ," Roland's voice and body were shaking as he did his best to not lunge at Joshua and smack his face in anger.
Fortunately, the only one who could block Roland's full-powered strike among their party, Diana, was seated between the two. Needless to say, she was only a second away from summoning her shield.
She didn't expect that Joshua would appear inside their VIP Room, which imdiately raised the tension in the surroundings.
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