The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne

Chapter 797: Nathan Asbourne’s Crushing Defeat (2)

"Wow! I never expected Evalyn to be this strong! Since when did she become so powerful?" Luke exclaimed in admiration.

He had watched his daughter grow up. One could say he was familiar with nearly every aspect of Evalyn’s development, including her training routine.

Yet now, Evalyn was displaying strength he had never expected. It felt as though she were a completely different person from the one he had known all this time.

It wasn’t just Luke; the Lionheart family’s high-ranking members were equally baffled by what was unfolding before them.

They knew Nathan well and could tell that his strength far surpassed Evalyn’s.

Yet somehow, Evalyn was able to match every one of his movements, even predicting his attack patterns. It simply made no sense.

"Honey, do you think her sudden growth has something to do with Prince Nolan?" Tessia whispered softly.

Luke froze for a moment. He remembered that in the days leading up to the contest, Evalyn had spent nearly all her time with Nolan.

He had even seen Nolan training her in the backyard. Although it had confused him at the time, considering Evalyn was supposedly far stronger than Nolan, that now seemed like the only possible explanation.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Nolan and found him sitting casually in his seat, resting the side of his face against his palm.

His expression remained calm, as though Evalyn’s overwhelming performance in the arena was exactly what he had expected.

"Could he really be the reason Evalyn became this strong?" Luke muttered.

He wasn’t certain, but his instincts told him it had something to do with Nolan.

Meanwhile, the battle between Evalyn and Nathan continued to intensify. Neither of them showed any intention of backing down.

Clang!

Clang!

The sound of clashing swords echoed across the arena. With each passing second, their movements grew faster.

Suddenly, Nathan spotted a small opening near Evalyn’s neck. A smirk appeared on his face as he swung his sword.

"Got you!"

Just as the blade was about to connect, a faint smile appeared on Evalyn’s lips.

Whoosh!

Her figure vanished and reappeared beside him.

Caught completely off guard, Nathan took a solid hit to the face.

His body was sent flying dozens of meters before crashing into the ground and tumbling across the arena.

"Damn..." Nathan growled.

A sudden sense of danger washed over him. Instinctively, he rolled backward.

Boom!

Evalyn slammed into the spot where he had been moments earlier. Nathan tried to create some distance, but Evalyn grabbed him by the throat before he could escape and slammed him back into the ground.

Boom!

"Argh!"

A groan escaped his lips as excruciating pain shot through his back.

"Damn it!"

Nathan threw a punch at Evalyn’s face, but she blocked it with ease.

A slight smirk formed on Evalyn’s lips.

"Just admit it—you can’t beat me, Nathan Asbourne."

Bam!

Her fist slammed into his face.

Nathan’s anger flared even further, but he couldn’t move. Evalyn had completely pinned him down.

Bam!

Bam!

Punch after punch crashed into his face, each one heavier than the last.

Nathan felt humiliated, furious, and above all... afraid.

Especially when he looked into Evalyn’s eyes. Her expression remained calm and emotionless, and the way she stared at him made it seem as though she were looking at a dead man.

Bam!

Bam!

Everyone was transfixed by the scene. They could only stare in disbelief, unable to comprehend how Nathan had ended up in such a situation.

On the fifteenth blow, Evalyn gathered all her strength and drove her fist into the center of Nathan’s face.

Bam!

The impact echoed across the arena, loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.

Instantly, silence fell over the crowd. Even the faint rustling of the wind seemed unusually clear.

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock.

"Defeated...? Nathan Asbourne was defeated just like that?"

A stunned voice from the young nobles’ section shattered the silence.

"Damn it! This is unbelievable!"

"Asshole! My savings! Argh!"

"Bastard! Who told me to bet on Nathan Asbourne!? Get out of here! Screw you!"

A commotion erupted among the audience. Disappointment, panic, and despair spread through the crowd.

Many had bet on Nathan because his chances of winning were far greater than Evalyn’s.

But reality struck them hard. Nathan Asbourne had lost—and his defeat was absolute.

While Nathan’s supporters lamented their losses, Evalyn’s supporters erupted in celebration.

"Hahaha! I made the right choice! I knew Young Lady Evalyn would win!"

"Excellent! This is exactly the result I expected!"

"I’m rich! I’m rich!"

Their laughter felt like knives stabbing into the hearts of Nathan Asbourne’s supporters.

Since Evalyn’s odds had been much lower, those who bet on her received far greater payouts—some earning as much as twenty times their original wager.

Just thinking about it was enough to give Nathan’s supporters nightmares for days.

"N-No, this is impossible! Nathan can’t possibly lose!" Cedric muttered, cold sweat soaking his back.

He stared at Nathan’s battered figure lying in the middle of the arena.

His swollen face looked utterly miserable.

Cedric waited patiently for Nathan to get back on his feet and continue the fight.

Strangely, even after several seconds had passed, Nathan remained motionless, showing no sign of getting up.

Cedric’s face paled as fear finally took hold of him.

"Nathan... has he really lost...?"

He slumped into his seat. His body felt limp, as though his soul had been ripped from it.

Margaretta, Duke Ashvale, and Hector were in no better condition. Not only had they placed enormous bets on Nathan, but they had also been thoroughly humiliated by his defeat.

Especially Duke Ashvale, whose face flushed red with anger and shame. He had come here full of confidence, eager to witness the Lionheart family’s humiliation.

But what happened?

Nathan Asbourne was the one who lost. To make matters worse, he still had to pay fifty million Sharn for helping Cedric place the bet against Nolan earlier.

Just imagining the money slipping through his fingers made his chest tighten.

Among them, only one person was happy—Allen.

He remained seated calmly, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Pfft! Hahaha!" he laughed inwardly. "Foolish... absolutely foolish!"

His gaze swept over Duke Ashvale, Margaretta, Hector, and Cedric.

"So they’ve finally tasted a crushing defeat. It’s truly satisfying to watch," he sneered.

Ever since Margaretta appeared, Allen’s life had changed dramatically. His father’s affection had gradually shifted toward her.

The woman had even made no effort to hide her intention of pushing him out of the Ashvale family.

Although he still carried the title of heir, it was nothing more than an empty title.

In reality, all authority and responsibility had already fallen into Margaretta’s hands.

For some reason, his father trusted that woman completely, even though she had only been part of the family for a short time.

Because of that, one could only imagine how miserable Allen’s life had been within the Ashvale family over the past year.

And now, for the first time, Margaretta and the Ashvale family had suffered a devastating defeat.

Allen couldn’t help but feel grateful to Nolan. Thanks to that man, he was finally able to witness the people he hated suffer a crushing defeat, and the sight filled him with satisfaction.

"Maybe Nolan isn’t as bad as I thought," he muttered, glancing at Nolan in the distance with a newfound look in his eyes.

Meanwhile, on the arena floor, Evalyn took a deep breath and looked down at the battered Nathan lying beneath her. A faint smirk appeared on her lips.

"Didn’t I tell you? In the end... you’ll still lose to me."