⚔️ Scene: Close-Combat Evaluation — Cian's Silent Biological Domination ⚔️
The academy's advanced combat chamber hummed with quiet tension.
It was designed for non-lethal sparring — but only fools believed that. Injuries here were common… humiliation even more so.
Instructors, nobles, and students lined the observation platforms.
In the center — Cian Archdemon, small, cold, unreadable.
His grey eyes were calm, his body still, but beneath the surface, his evolved biology ticked like a perfectly engineered machine.
No one saw it…
No system announcements blared…
But his hearing was sharper.
His vision clearer.
His balance terrifyingly precise.
> Name: Cian Archdemon
Cultivation: Foundation Body Tempering (Early)
Evolution Ability: Active — Silent, lawful biological enhancement based on use
Known Improvements: Eyes (Enhanced clarity, micro-detail detection), Hearing (Refined frequency awareness), Legs (Increased muscle control), Skin (Subtle friction adjustment)
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The Opponent — Darius Klein
Older, taller, built like a boulder — smug, overconfident.
"He's just a prince with fancy tricks…"
"Let's see how he fights without magic…"
The instructor called:
"Close-combat sparring. No beasts. No magic. Begin!"
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The Fight Begins
Darius lunged — heavy fists cutting the air.
For most students, the blows would be overwhelming.
But to Cian… everything was slowed, dissected, calculated.
His eyes tracked the micro-movements of muscle tension.
His ears caught the faint shift of Darius' balance — foot pressure, breathing rate, heartbeat rhythm.
His skin adjusted subtly — friction reducing where necessary, stance perfectly aligned.
No system voice interrupted. No glowing effects betrayed him.
Only quiet… lawful… evolution at work.
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Silent Counterattack
Darius' fist neared — predictable, brute-force swing.
Cian ducked under effortlessly, pivoted, and drove a palm strike into Darius' ribs — precise, efficient, calculated.
A gasp.
A stumble.
Confusion.
Darius swung again — wild, frustrated.
But Cian was already gone — gliding low across the floor with controlled muscle efficiency, a hint of Skiing Dash aiding his escape.
The onlookers stared, whispers spreading:
"He's… untouchable…"
"Did you see that reaction speed…?"
"He's not even breathing heavily…"
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Finishing Strike
Cian circled once — silent, cold, eyes sharp as blades.
Darius charged, overcommitted.
Cian sidestepped, delivered a clean chop to the back of his opponent's knee — perfectly targeted at a weak point his evolved senses detected.
Darius collapsed.
A subtle shift — Cian grabbed his opponent's collar and, without theatrics, tripped him face-first to the floor.
The room fell silent.
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Result
The instructor blinked, reviewing bio-data on his lens:
"Winner… Cian Archdemon. Minimal energy used. Zero damage sustained."
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Only After the Fight — The Divine System Whispered:
💻 "Observation: Visual and auditory receptors performing above lawful human standards."
💻 "Biological efficiency… terrifying. His Highness progressing quietly… monstrously."
Cian's expression didn't change.
But his mind… curious, calm, endlessly analytical… never stopped evolving.