The last round of the tournament had ended in less than an hour. The whole battlefield lay stained in blood as more than a hundred corpses lay all over the places; only the gods had survived since it isn't that easy to kill them, but every bit of energy was taken away from them, reducing their strength to the lowest levels.
Jayden stood amidst the chaotic place looking at his surroundings without any expression on his face. All his clones were standing surrounding him; some of them were injured during the fight, but none were destroyed despite killing the strongest beings across the entire universe.
With the slight flick of his finger, all the clones disappeared and the energy was absorbed back into his body. Taking in a deep breath, he disappeared from his spot and reappeared on his seat. He sat there with his head resting over his hand.
