Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 267: Primary Round

Eleanor stared at the lifeless body of her opponent. From the moment this vampire had entered the arena, she

had felt the killing intent seeping out of him. Though he had tried to contain it within himself... and might have

succeeded in deceiving others... he could not deceive Eleanor. Her Predator’s Awareness ability was always

active due to its passive nature. She could sense even the faintest flicker of hostility in her surroundings, if it was

directed at her.

She had no quarrel with him beforehand. She couldn’t fathom why this man wanted to kill her, even within a

virtual arena. If there had been any prior encounter, her eidetic memory would never have missed it.

At first, she had intended to treat this battle merely as practical training for her newfound combat prowess. But

as twent on, the killing intent radiating from her opponent only intensified. Eventually, she decided to show

the vampire the true difference between them, if only to prevent further provocation.

"He might be one of those vampire cultists who spread hatred against werewolves in general," she thought.

At that moment, a mechanical voice echoed in her mind.

"Congratulations! Cadet 10156659 is the winner of the qualifying round. You will be removed from the arena in 3,

2,10."

Eleanor found herself once more in the familiar darkness of the space capsule. The lid hissed open, and the

room’s light spilled into her eyes. She was now accustomed to using these capsules... the abrupt shift between

light and environment no longer disoriented her as it once had.

Sliding down from the capsule, she closed the lid and glanced around. A few cadets had already gathered in front

of the platform. She walked towards them at an unhurried pace.

Soon, more cadets joined... swith bright, triumphant smiles; others with sour, defeated expressions; and a

few, like Eleanor, entirely indifferent to the outcome.

Nonetheless, all eyes were fixed upon the figure standing on the platform, a tablet in his hands.

After stime, Instructor Daniel Tremblay set his tablet down on the table and turned to face the gathered

cadets.

"Cadets, the qualifying round is now concluded," he announced. "To those who emerged victorious...

congratulations. You have demonstrated both skill and determination. Your journey, however, is far from over."

He continued, "The winners will now advance to the primary round. As stated earlier, this stage will pit qualifiers

ranked one through twenty-five against those ranked twenty-six through fifty. Only the victors of these matches

will proceed to the space capsules. Those who did not qualify... you have a choice. You may remain here to

support your comrades, or you are dismissed to attend to your other duties."

"This will be the last match of the day," he added. "Tomorrow, the final round begins. Letoutline its structure

clearly. There will be a total of three hundred matches. Each match will last thirty minutes. A clear victory earns

one point; a loss earns none. If there is no winner within the tlimit, the match is declared a draw, and no

points are awarded."

He paused briefly before continuing. "The round will span five days. Each finalist will fight four to five matches

per day. You will have a ten-minute break between matches to recover and refocus. To ensure fairness, each

cadet will receive one round of rest...a bye... which will be scheduled systematically, starting with finalist number

one."

His sharp gaze swept across the crowd. "You now have five minutes to prepare for your primary-round duels.

Locate your assigned capsule, steady your mind, and prepare to fight. Dismissed."

The cadets dispersed at once, scattering into small groups and erupting into conversation. A few left the room

outright, their expressions heavy with disappointment.

Eleanor scanned the crowd for her friends, but before she could move, she spotted Ophelia and Maira already

heading her way. She stayed where she was and waited for them to approach.

"You two ready for the next round?" she asked as they ccloser.

Maira raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly are you so sure we won our duels?"

"That's a given. Ophelia won't lose unless she’s struck by a bout of serious bad luck. You, on the other hand,

trained much harder these past few days," Eleanor said.

Maira’s smile brightened. "I thought you hadn't even noticed. All you ever do is run around the academy training

or lock yourself in your room. Sometimes, you don’t even return to the dormitory for days. Sigh! Anyway, yes...

we both won our matches."

At that moment, Eleanor felt the faint vibration of an incoming message on her device. She opened it and read

silently:

"Instructor Arrichion: Do not show all your abilities in the duels. Remember, your battles will be posted on the

Academy forum. Don’t let others see all your cards."

Eleanor’s eyes widened slightly, though her expression remained composed. She had never known that the

matches were being recorded. No one had mentioned it before. The tone of Arrichion’s message made it clear he

had already reviewed her first duel... which likely meant that the other instructors had as well.

Maybe not mine specifically, she thought, but if the duels are uploaded to the forum, every cadet will be able to

study them. Her opponents could analyse her techniques and prepare countermeasures. Of course, she could do

the sin return... but that meant she needed to be even more cautious from here on.

She decided to warn her friends too. Just then, Jaciara, Marsha, Phoebe, and Izumi joined their group.

Marsha Kirana Tidebringer... young miss of the renowned Tidebringer Naga Clan of Indonesia, had joined

Eleanor’s small group after enrolling in the School of Lightning.

Phoebe Juno Solstice had joined their group only a few days earlier. A light elemental from the Solstice Court of

fairies, her ancestors hailed from Ireland, and she had initially sought out Eleanor of the Raynor Clan to learn

more about her ancestral homeland. After a few meetings, however, she found herself naturally blending into the

group.

Izumi Tsuki Kuroda, young heiress of Japan's Kuroda Clan, possessed formidable air abilities and the poise of a

skilled samurai. She had becclose friends with Maira and soon becpart of their circle as well.

Joshua Cordillera, meanwhile, had gradually distanced himself from the group, which had by now becalmost

entirely composed of girls. Though he maintained friendly relations with them, he preferred spending more time

with the boys.

Eleanor informed the group that their battles were being recorded and advised them to prepare accordingly.

After exchanging stories of their previous matches, they made their way to the space capsules for the next

round.

This time, Eleanor materialised in a familiar room lined with weapon racks. She declined to take any, as before,

and stepped straight into the arena.

A girl already stood within the ring, a bow gripped in her hand.

Eleanor didn’t slow her pace. She approached the platform, climbed the stairs, and entered the ring, standing

opposite her opponent. Instinctively, she could sense that the girl was of merfolk descent.

Before Eleanor could speak, the girl smiled and said, "I am Alina Calypso Istros of the Danube Delta Clan. It's

nice to meet you."

"lI am Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor," Eleanor replied calmly.

Before they could exchange another word, the countdown began.

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Eleanor, seeing the bow, instantly

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Thus, she had already decided to end the fight with the stechnique she had used to end her previous battle.

Reckless as it seemed, every risk had been measured.

She activated her support abilities all at once. Mental Lock sharpened her focus solely upon her target. Mind

Acceleration heightened her perception, allowing her to anticipate every twitch of Alina’s movement.

Lightning began to crackle faintly around Eleanor’s clenched fist as Voltaic Strikes activated, electricity gathering

in her palm. She didn’t intend to reveal any of her more advanced attacks this round.

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wound calculated, each step

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Bloodlust Instinct guided her toward the most decisive strike, while Killing Precision directed her blow toward the

heart.

Eleanor leapt forward, her lightning-charged fist hurtling toward Alina’s chest.

Alina’s eyes widened in disbelief. Despite her barrage, Eleanor was already upon her. Desperately, she raised a

wall of water, summoning her full strength in a shimmering barrier between them.

But Eleanor didn’t stop. Her lightning tore through the barrier, evaporating water into steam, and the punch

connected squarely with Alina’s chest.

Alina knew it was over. As her vision dimmed, she caught one last glimpse of Eleanor’s face... calm, emotionless,

unreadable.

A heartbeat later, she was back inside her space capsule.

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