Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 139: End of the Duel

In Lunargarde, the werewolves’ sacred coliseum, the duel between Lucian Greymoore and Ethan Raynor continued to rage. Dust swirled in the air, the scent of blood and sweat heavy on the breeze. Lucian had long lost his composure... his movements were wild, his attacks desperate. Although he hadn’t inflicted much visible damage on Ethan’s body, the state of Ethan’s tattered clothes spoke volumes about the intensity of the battle. They bore testament to Lucian’s relentless pressure and the sheer force of his power.

With a roar, Lucian launched dozens of earth spikes at Ethan, each projectile moving at a blistering speed. Ethan stepped back swiftly to dodge, but just as he did, an earth pillar erupted behind him... clearly a calculated move on Lucian’s part. Trapped between the spikes and the rising stone, Ethan had no time to evade.

In a flash, Ethan raised an energy barrier in front of him to block the deadly assault. Simultaneously, he shifted his weight and tried to dodge as many spikes as possible.

Two spikes collided with the barrier, and it cracked in several places. Ethan gritted his teeth and ducked low, narrowly avoiding another. A third spike struck the barrier, and it shattered with a sharp, echoing crack. With the protective shield gone, Ethan was forced to deflect the incoming spikes using only his palms... each one redirected with precise and fluid movements.

When the last spike fell to the ground, Ethan quickly widened the distance between himself and Lucian to prevent any follow-up attacks.

Lucian snarled in frustration, his voice booming across the arena. "It’s been more than two hours! If you have the strength, then fight me! Stop running like a coward! Face me like a warrior!"

Ethan tilted his head, genuinely surprised. "Two hours already? Time really flies."

Lucian roared again, veins bulging on his forehead. "What do you even know about fighting? All you do is dodge and hide! Come... face me head-on if you’re brave enough!"

Ethan shrugged. "Alright then. As you wish."

A fierce battle cry escaped Lucian’s throat as he activated his clan’s secret technique, "Battle Armour". All around him, debris and shattered stones began to gather and swirl in the air, drawn toward his body. The fragments rapidly encased him, forming a hardened layer of rocky armour. His height increased by several feet, and his already muscular frame expanded, becoming monstrous in size. Despite this increase in bulk, Lucian’s movements remained surprisingly swift... each step thunderous, but agile.

He performed a series of complex hand signs and murmured an ancient incantation. A visible surge of energy rippled across his body, and the temperature around him dropped. Gasps echoed from the spectators as a tangible pressure settled over the arena.

"Did you see that?" someone in the crowd exclaimed. "Lucian just amplified his strength. Ethan won’t stand a chance!"

"That technique... it’s not from the Greymoore clan. It looks like a new technique Lucian learned or they hid this technique till now. I’ve seen something like it from the Fenroth clan."

"I swear those were the same hand signs used by a Fenroth elder I saw once. How did Lucian learn them?"

be that the Fenroth clan shared their

shares their secret techniques... especially

how he got it.

necessarily. I don’t think Ethan

wins. I placed a decent

body moved faster than anyone expected. His colossal fist punched through the air with such speed that it broke the sound barrier, creating a

and unmoving, as if frozen

wasn’t frozen. He

a split second, countless lines, angles, and trajectories appeared before his eyes like a digital web overlaying reality. His pupils glowed faintly as he

Ethan sidestepped with precision and punched

exhausted, striking a hulking fist clad in layers of rock and debris. The entire audience leaned forward in anticipation, expecting Ethan

what happened next

across the coliseum. Lucian’s monstrous punch disintegrated... crumbled like dry sand. The armour surrounding his arm shattered completely. The shockwave hurled Lucian backwards

fell Into a

Lucian did not

crowd remained frozen, as if unwilling to believe what they had just witnessed. Then, somewhere in

entire coliseum erupted into thunderous

of their allies, nearly everyone in attendance had been silently rooting for Ethan. He wasn’t just the underdog... he had shown resilience, intelligence, and strength under pressure. For many, it wasn’t just a

referee walked to the center and raised his hand. "And the Winner is:

They didn’t wait for the celebrations to die down. Instead, they exited the coliseum in silence, heading to their private jets parked at the airstrip nearby. Within the next few minutes, they

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members rose from their seats. At their head was the Arbiter, who gave

follow when she felt her phone

the message. Once again, Eleanor’s behavior piqued her interest. It reminded her of a task she had assigned to one

"Rebecca, is it done?"