“Envoy, this is the evidence. Please take a look.”
Graham Sterling offered the letter with both hands.
The turquoise?shrouded figure accepted it and unfolded it.
Graham explained,
“This is a distress letter written by Dr. Wendy Lewis.
Her fingerprint and handwriting have already been verified.
It is indeed from her.”
“And Dr. Lewis went missing precisely while passing through Rovan on her way home.”
Evan couldn’t help thinking—
Chairman Sterling looks so righteous, but he lies without blinking.
He had just received that letter moments ago.
He hadn’t even looked at it before claiming it was “verified.”
The three Rovan Saint?tiers hadn’t expected Dongli to produce actual evidence,
but they were seasoned veterans—
their expressions didn’t change.
The Envoy finished reading and returned the letter to Graham Sterling.
He looked at the three Rovan sovereigns again.
“Is this true?”
This time, Amida stepped forward.
“Envoy, this matter was done by me alone.”
He knew that with evidence presented, denying it would only irritate the Envoy.
Better to admit it directly.
“However…”
Amida paused before continuing,
“Rovan and Dongli have always been rivals.
Recruiting Dongli’s talent falls within normal competitive boundaries.
At least we did not trespass into Dongli territory or block the gates of Dongli University.”
The implication was clear:
Detaining each other’s scientists is “normal competition.”
Not a big deal.
And he was also reminding the Envoy:
The Dominion Nation forbids large?scale wars and Saint?tier battles,
but competition is allowed.
General Ethan Graves sneered.
“Well said! I’ll come abduct your people whenever I feel like it.
Let’s see what you say then!”
Budi snapped,
“How dare you speak so rudely before the Envoy?
Do you even respect his presence?”
“Enough.”
The Envoy’s low voice cut through the argument instantly.
“I do not interfere with competition between nations.
But since your conflict has escalated to the Saint?tier level,
we follow the old rule—
a war reduced to a duel.
Initiate a Judgment Battle.”
He continued,
“You may negotiate the rules yourselves.
The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.
You have five days to prepare.
Five days from now, the battle will take place here at Rovan Academy.”
“If Dongli wins, Rovan must release the captives immediately.
If Rovan wins, Dongli’s Saint?tiers must withdraw from Rovan territory and never trespass again.”
Winston Hale, who had been silent until now, frowned.
“Envoy, this seems… unfair.”
“My decision is final.
If you are dissatisfied, you may appeal to the Dominion Nation.”
With that, the turquoise?shrouded Envoy vanished instantly.
The suffocating pressure disappeared with him.
FangBro discovered his phone was working again.
The mysterious Envoy’s appearance immediately triggered a wave of hushed discussions.
Evan noticed Tyler Hayes’s expression had darkened.
“Uncle Hayes, what is a Judgment Battle?”
Tyler took a deep breath.
“The Dominion Nation forbids Saint?tier battles between the six nations.
If a conflict reaches the Saint?tier level,
it must be reduced to a lower?tier confrontation.
Each nation sends evolvers below Saint?tier to compete.
The winner receives the Dominion Nation’s support.”
So that was it.
No reasoning.
No law.
Just strength.
A Saint?tier war was reduced to a tournament—
a few fighters on a stage instead of a catastrophic war.
It was indeed a way to reduce internal human conflict
and preserve the strength of the six nations.
But it wasn’t always fair.
For example, in this case:
Even if Dongli won,
they merely regained what was rightfully theirs—
Wendy Lewis, a Dongli citizen.
If they lost,
they would lose a top evolutionary scientist.
And Rovan?
If they lost, they lost nothing.
If they won, they could legally keep Wendy Lewis.
Even if she never contributed to Rovan,
Amida would gladly feed her for life—
weakening Dongli was strengthening Rovan.
Tyler sighed.
“Envoys are required to be neutral.
But he is still human.
And he is the Envoy stationed in Rovan.
Living here long?term, receiving Rovan’s hospitality…
It’s normal for him to lean toward them.”
Evan understood.
Each nation had its own Envoy.
The one who appeared just now was Rovan’s Envoy.
And humans, no matter how evolved,
still had human hearts.
At this moment, Budi asked loudly,
“Chairman Sterling, will you appeal to the Dominion Nation?”
Graham Sterling shook his head.
“We will follow the Envoy’s ruling.”
Budi nodded.
“Very well.
Five days from now, we will meet again.
We will not take advantage of you—
whatever tier of evolvers you send,
Rovan will match you.”
“For now, please leave.”
He was clearly dismissing them.
Tyler suddenly turned to Evan.
“Do you want to return to Dongli with us?”
Evan blinked.
“Will you bring me back here in five days?”
Tyler chuckled.
“Of course.”
“Alright then. Take me with you…
Uncle Hayes, give me a moment.”
Evan walked to FangBro and whispered a few instructions.
FangBro nodded repeatedly, promising to complete the task.
Evan returned to Tyler and explained,
“I told him to keep watch on the lab where my sister is held.
Just in case Rovan tries to move her.”
Tyler nodded.
“With the Envoy involved, Rovan won’t dare play tricks.
But your caution is admirable.”
Then he asked,
“Your friend is a Rovan native.
Can he be trusted?”
Evan smiled.
“He’s a Rovan native, yes.
But the only person who cares about him…
is me, a Dongli citizen.
What do you think?”
Tyler glanced at FangBro again and nodded.
In the sky, two of Dongli’s Saint?tiers turned into streaks of light and departed.
Only Graham Sterling descended beside Tyler.
Tyler whispered something to him.
Graham Sterling looked at Evan briefly,
then waved his hand.
A surge of wind wrapped around Evan and Tyler,
lifting them into the sky.
A Saint?tier war has been reduced to a duel.
Five days to prepare.
One battle to decide the fate of two nations.
Evan is being taken straight into Dongli—
and the Judgment Battle has officially begun.
Readers—
who do you think Dongli will choose as their fighters…
and will Evan be one of them?
