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.

his concentration. Through sheer effort, Ethan focused again... Gary was already in front of him, closing

last second, Gary twisted to avoid it, but Ethan’s foot lashed out

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

too late, Gary tried to adjust mid-air, but Ethan’s kick still connected. The impact sent him flying several metres. He rolled to absorb the blow, then sprang back

recover. He lunged forward and aimed a direct punch to Gary’s chest.

thud echoed 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.

than I expected," Gary said, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "You’ve clearly used these last few years to grow stronger. No wonder you beat Lucian

warrior. I respect your strength. But don’t you think you’re underestimating me, an

just lucky to be born an Alpha. Until you prove your worth, you’re no different from a Beta like me. This is a fight, not a council debate. I’ve trained over twenty

attacks. Ethan dodged what he could and

after blow, attack and defence. Their bodies were bruised, bloodied. Sometimes they transformed fully into their werewolf forms, sometimes partially,

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

brunt of the damage, his endurance had sharpened through recent training under Elder Bedivere...

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

side. The claw sliced past his ear

could adjust his position, Gary raised his free hand and shot out another barrage of nails. Ethan braced himself, using both 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

mid-air, he used the momentum to somersault and delivered a strong counter-kick to Gary’s chest. The blow forced Gary to stumble back two steps, but

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 stomach, and he staggered