Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 195: The Finale of the Clan Competition

After the King of Werewolves and the others were seated in the VIP section, Fiona signalled to Xavier Raynor, the referee for today’s match, to begin. Without wasting any time, Xavier stepped forward and started the match.

Standing at one side of the arena, within the protective array, he raised his voice... amplified so the entire stadium could hear.

"Today, we are gathered here to witness the duel between the two finalists of the Raynor Clan competition. These two have fought through every challenger among the Raynor youths and proved their worth to stand here. I present to you... Ethan Raynor and Gary Raynor!"

As if on cue, from opposite ends of the arena, the floor split apart and both Gary and Ethan rose simultaneously from underground platforms.

The crowd erupted with cheers, supporting their favourites. Or they placed a bet upon. Xavier waited for the noise to settle before continuing.

"Many Raynor Clan fighters are skilled in weaponry. However, the variety in grade and quality could create unfair advantages. Furthermore, the purpose of this competition is to select a representative for the Trial of Yggdrasil... where no weapons can be brought. Only your physical and mental strength will accompany you. Therefore, this competition prohibits the use of weapons. Only your body and claws will be allowed. If one of you faces mortal danger, I, as the referee, will intervene. Otherwise, the match continues until one surrenders. Let the best wolf win. Now... fight!"

Ethan and Gary remained motionless, still standing at their respective positions, eyes locked in silence. The crowd also fell quiet in anticipation.

Gary broke the silence first. "Ethan! I am the strongest. I will win today!" he shouted.

With those words, Gary’s upper body swiftly transformed into his wolf form, and he lunged toward Ethan. As he charged, his claws elongated and then shot forth like projectiles. This was his special ability. Gary Raynor had the rare talent of firing his nails during combat, and they would regenerate after a short time.

Ethan, caught off guard by the incoming nails at the start of the fight, knew he couldn’t dodge them all. He too transformed his upper body and swung his claws rapidly, attempting to deflect the projectiles. He managed to knock down about six of them, but the remaining ones pierced his skin.

sheer effort, Ethan focused again... Gary was already in front of him, closing in fast. Ethan lashed

it, but Ethan’s foot lashed out in what seemed like a wild kick to

scoffed at the seemingly misplaced attack... but their laughter quickly faded. From their perspective, it looked as though Gary had jumped directly into the path of

sent him flying several metres. He rolled to absorb

Ethan gave him no time to recover. He lunged forward and aimed a direct punch to Gary’s chest. Gary responded with a punch of his

across the stadium. Both fighters were forced several steps back. In terms of raw strength, Gary appeared to hold the advantage... Ethan was pushed back farther. Blood trickled from

mouthful of blood. "You’ve clearly used these last few years to grow stronger. No wonder you beat Lucian Gerymoore in that duel. That must’ve given you a taste of feeling

I respect

be born an Alpha. Until you prove your worth, you’re no different from a Beta like me. This is

of furious attacks.

and defence. Their bodies were bruised, bloodied. Sometimes they transformed fully into their werewolf forms, sometimes partially, and occasionally back into their human form. They had fought for nearly half an hour, and still, no victor was

style gave him an edge. But Ethan had sharp instincts and precise timing, able to avoid lethal blows

of the damage, his endurance

and hardened like curved blades. His nails had already regenerated and now looked like daggers attached to his fingers. He slashed downward, aiming

leaned just enough to the side. The claw

hands to defend. This time, he fared better... managing to block most of them. But while he was still occupied deflecting the nails, Gary closed the distance and threw a powerful punch straight across Ethan’s face, whipping his

and delivered a strong counter-kick to Gary’s chest. The blow forced Gary to stumble back two steps, but he didn’t

toenails had elongated mid-attack and stabbed directly into his stomach. Instinctively, Ethan partially transformed his abdominal area to brace for impact. He then struck Gary’s foot away, but the damage had already been done. Agonising pain radiated from his