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.

| 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, |, 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! | am the strongest. | 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.

They didn’t cause severe damage, but the pain was enough to threaten his concentration. Through sheer effort,

Ethan focused again... Gary was already in front of him, closing in fast. Ethan lashed out with a punch aimed at

Gary's abdomen.

At the last second, Gary twisted to avoid it, but Ethan's foot lashed out in what seemed like a wild kick to empty

space.

Sin the gallery, those who didn’t know Ethan's power of calculated prediction, 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 Ethan's kick.

Sensing the danger 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 to his feet and faced Ethan once more.

But Ethan gave him no tto recover. He lunged forward and aimed a direct punch to Gary's chest. Gary

responded with a punch of his own.

A dull 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. Blood trickled from the corner of Ethan's

mouth. Gary's desperate counter had injured him internally.

"I'm impressed. You're stronger than | 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 Gerymoore in that duel. That must've given

you a taste of feeling invincible. But make no mistake... there's still a vast gap between us!"

"Brother Gary!" Ethan called out. "You're a Delta... a born warrior. | respect your strength. But don’t you think

you're underestimating me, an Alpha?"

Gary scoffed. "You're 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 years longer than you, and I've never

slacked off. Now... defend yourself!"

With that, he launched another barrage of furious attacks. Ethan dodged what he could and parried the rest.

Tpassed. The two exchanged blow after blow, attack 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 clear.

Gary's experience and diverse combat style gave him an edge. But Ethan had sharp instincts and precise timing,

able to avoid lethal blows with uncanny awareness.

Though Ethan had taken the brunt of the damage, his endurance had sharpened through recent training under

Elder Bedivere... kept him standing.

Suddenly, Gary leapt 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 to slice through

Ethan's head.

Ethan saw it coming. He leaned just enough to the side. The claw sliced past his ear with a chilling whoosh.

Before Ethan 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 powerful punch straight

across Ethan’s face, whipping his head violently to the side.

Ethan reacted quickly. As he was spun 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 he didn’t relent. Seizing the

opportunity as Ethan landed from his flip, Gary launched a kick directly at Ethan’s abdomen.

To Ethan's shock, Gary's 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 stomach, and he staggered several steps back

to recover sdistance.

But Gary didn’t give him the luxury of time. Without pause, he charged in and aimed a powerful punch at Ethan's

chest. Ethan, still reeling from the pain, clenched his fists and threw his own punch in return... colliding fist-to-

fist.

A loud bang reverberated through the stadium as the blows connected. Ethan was sent skidding backwards

several metres across the arena floor.

Gary was confident that the clash

would leave Ethan severely injured,

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and then directly into his internal

organs. Despite not being visibly hit,

Gary was launched backwards

several metres, crashing to the

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In the VIP gallery, Sarika turned to Fiona with wide eyes. "Fiona, isn’t this the sattack Ethan used to defeat

Lucian? Is it skind of trump card your clan hides?"

Fiona replied calmly, "It's not a final move or a secret technique. It's a method our predecessors developed to

utilise our bloodline ability. Very few in our clan can perform it flawlessly. We found it in an old manual left by one

of our ancestors."

Sarika shook her head. "What a bizarre move. | felt the force of Ethan's attack suddenly multiply at the moment

of impact... and it bypassed the outer defences to strike directly at the internal organs. Without an ascendant’s

protective shield, no one below that level could withstand this."

King Erevan, clearly impressed, added, "The key lies in the timing. Unless one fully understands the rhythm of

energy flow, this attack would be impossible to execute. | believe only the Raynor Clan can wield this technique

effectively."

The senior members of the Raynor Clan seated nearby exchanged glances, their eyes widening in quiet

admiration. "He grasped the essence of the attack just by watching it once?" they thought in unison.

Back in the arena, Gary tried multiple times to rise, but his injuries overwhelmed him. At last, lying flat on his

back, he exhaled and admitted weakly, "I... lose."

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Supporters of Ethan shouted in

celebration, while others cheered

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Raynor, one of the Alphas of the

Raynor Clan. The odds had been

simple: 1:2. Those who placed their

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Xavier, standing nearby and breathing heavily, immediately signalled for the healers. A team of medical staff

rushed onto the field, carefully lifted Gary onto a stretcher, and carried him off to the medical room for

treatment.

Ethan turned slowly to face the VIP

gallery. Placing his right palm against

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without a word, he turned and

followed the healers. His body, too,

was battered... throughout most of

the fight, he had borne the brunt of

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