[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world":3,"chapter-evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-335":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},41359,69,"Chapter 335 Leonard Vale","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-335",335,"\u003Cp>Among the 57 nobles that had entered the competition, 12 had now been eliminated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That left 45 nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from three, the rest had already fought and won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, things had been far more brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commoners had suffered greatly—not just from their matchups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In more than one instance, both participants were eliminated when it was clear neither possessed the qualified strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory wasn’t enough if the officials deemed you unqualified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, while a few rose—like Uga, the hulking youth who flattened his opponent with a single palm, and Renn Noah, whose swordsmanship left even mages speechless—many fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, after hours of trials, bruises, and blood, only 18 participants remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them stood Michael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And three nobles who had yet to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena hushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next pairing—Mic Nor versus Leonard Vale.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no reaction from the crowd at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, except for some commoners who immediately started murmuring to themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His name meant nothing to some nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No family crest. No famous clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a quiet young man with no armor, no visible weapon, and robes more suited for a walk through a garden than a duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t seem nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved with the same calm grace he’d shown since the start—shoulders relaxed, eyes steady, as if what he was about to do was routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence cracked a light when Leonard Vale stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it was the nobles who reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers surged like a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard Vale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-five years old. The upper limit for participation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He descended from the Vale branch of the royal family—distant blood of the current queen herself. A noble with power, resources, and more importantly... a bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Leopard Lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It granted enhanced agility, explosive strength, and mana sensitivity far beyond the norm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard wasn’t some ordinary noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard didn’t walk to the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step was measured, elegant. His white hair caught the wind, and even without armor, the silver-trimmed uniform he wore gleamed with quiet dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few of the commoners didn’t know who he was, but most nobles did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael, meanwhile, made no attempt to mask his indifference. He wasn’t dismissive, simply... unaffected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That in itself made several nobles scoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was arrogance, some thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Foolish pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, those who had heard of his actions yesterday—those who had paid attention—watched with narrowed eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They thought he was at the Advanced Stage. Probably peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his age, he had to be a freak... but such existence was not impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As such, thanks to their ignorance, he general belief remained unchanged:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was powerful—yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But within reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone like that had the right to be arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Leonard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard had the right to put such arrogance in its place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped onto the stage, letting his aura pulse slightly—a restrained pressure, like a spring held just tight enough to remind you it was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael met him at the center, and the two locked eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard smiled faintly, lips curving in a way that was both friendly and predatory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael simply stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if the battle hadn’t begun yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if it never would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the woman in blue robes lifted her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the word left the official’s lips, Leonard moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no hesitation. No testing the waters. No drawn-out build-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was arrogant, yes—but his pride wasn’t foolish. This was a chance. A rare chance. Even he knew the Duke’s competition wasn’t tailored for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was meant for other people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, he had no intention of falling before them without giving everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant securing victory now, against this \"Mic Nor,\" whose exploits yesterday had drawn quiet conversations and hidden reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before facing whoever the competition was designed for, Leonard planned to eliminate all variables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael was one of those.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which is why he didn’t hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body glowed faintly as he activated his bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White streaks traced his limbs, glowing lines like tribal runes etched into skin, and his pupils narrowed into feline slits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin sheen of silver shimmered across his arms and neck, hair whipping back from the surge of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Leopard had awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a burst of speed that made air crack, Leonard vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, he reappeared in front of Michael, fist drawn back—aimed straight at his chest with terrifying precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as it was about to land, Leonard’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael had moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had simply... tilted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slight shift, almost lazy, and Leonard’s fist grazed the edge of his robe instead of his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The momentum carried Leonard past him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael took a step back, calm as a drifting cloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard landed lightly and spun, his face now serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That shouldn’t have been dodged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap in their distance closed again, this time with a flurry of strikes—fast, clean, and relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweeps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short kicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard’s movements were sharp and feral, combining martial refinement with beast-like aggression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Michael kept evading. Not with desperation. Not with effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time Leonard struck, Michael would shift, sidestep, or lean, never more than he needed to, always just enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the stands, it looked like a light show—blurs of white and silver, broken only by a flicker of movement as Michael avoided each blow like he already knew where it would land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all the while, Michael watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not coldly. Not with disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if Leonard Vale was a fascinating new toy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Leonard didn’t think much of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard pressed harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He poured more of his bloodline into his movements, pushing his legs past their comfort, accelerating his reflexes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body blurred as he launched another combination—a rising knee, a twisting elbow, a clawing palm toward Michael’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael didn’t blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply leaned again, letting the wind of the blow pass through his collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard’s fist crashed against air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Leopard Noble began to falter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard’s chest tightened. His muscles trembled—not from exhaustion, but from something worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It crept up slowly, like cold water climbing his spine. A question echoed louder with each missed strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I really this weak?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or is he just—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" Leonard hissed under his breath, forcing the thought down. \"I’m not done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prepared to lunge again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice wasn’t loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t echo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard’s body stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils shrank, the blood in his veins recoiling. A strange pressure fell upon him like a mountain, slamming him down to the ground before he even realized he’d moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knees hit the arena floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even feel the fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thing Leonard heard was the crack of air shifting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the stands, silence fell once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match hadn’t ended with a strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had ended with a single word...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard Vale—heir of the Vale line, bearer of the White Leopard bloodline—had been outclassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1180,"2026-05-28T17:47:38.197Z","2026-06-01T04:28:28.562Z",1,"novelbin.me","8b580bdadb540f7cc4c25741bc4268cc8ec0cbe46c4ea5a563401a59ad25e243","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-336","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-334",970,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-cover.jpg"]