Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 271: The Final Round

The first day of the final round of the competition was unfolding with grand fanfare. Professors, instructors, and

academy staff filled the main auditorium, watching each bout projected live onto a colossal screen. Twelve

matches ran simultaneously, each displayed in a separate section of the screen.

Cadets who hadn’t made it into the top twenty-five were still permitted to spectate from the second-floor gallery,

their cheers and murmurs blending with the buzz of the crowd below.

Eleanor had already won her first four matches of the day. Her second victory had been the most notable... a

hard-fought duel against Rohan Harivamsa, widely regarded as the strongest of the younger generation from

India’s Harivamsa Clan. His affinity for ice and mastery of the spear made him a formidable opponent, but in the

end, Eleanor’s precision and adaptability carried her through.

Her third win cagainst a Merfolk, and her fourth against a vampire. Both were tough, but she had prepared

for them. Yet her final match of the day was of a different calibre altogether.

Her opponent was Barrock Ironhide... a member of the Ironhide Clan, a Stone Dragon renowned for their

resilience and overwhelming physical strength. His ability to negate lightning spells made him a natural counter

to Eleanor’s elemental power. A true nemesis, if ever there was one.

After her fourth match, Eleanor took a moment to steady herself. This one, she decided, she would fight with

everything she had. Winning wasn’t guaranteed, but that wasn’t the point... even if she "died" in the simulation,

she'd lose nothing but stamina and pride. Her spirit would recover after a night's rest. This was the perfect

chance to measure her real progress.

When she entered the arena, Barrock Ironhide was already standing in the centre of the duelling platform... a

solid, immovable figure, his twin war hammers slung across his shoulders. His presence alone was like that of a

mountain cto life.

Eleanor stepped up onto the platform, the sound of her boots echoing softly against the stone. She took her

place opposite him. Neither spoke. They simply regarded one another in silence, the air between them tense and

expectant.

Then cthe automated voice of the referee system:

"Countdown initiated."

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Eleanor exhaled slowly, her hands already crackling faintly with static.

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Eleanor knew she was at a disadvantage in this fight, so she chose to move first. Without hesitation, she charged

forward at full speed, testing her opponent's reactions. Her feet barely skimmed the stone floor, leaving faint

traces of blue-white sparks in her wake.

Barrock didn’t flinch. His eyes tracked her every motion, his massive frturning with a slow, inexorable grace

that betrayed both confidence and experience.

Her first strike was a probing jab, fingers slicing through the air like a blade aimed at his throat. He didn’t block

it. Instead, he tilted his head a fraction, just enough for the strike to whistle past his ear. The air crackled where

her fingertips had been... Voltaic Strikes were already charging through her limbs, humming beneath her skin.

Barrock responded with a lazy sweep of his left hammer. It wasn’t meant to hit her; it was a warning. The

hammerhead tore through the air with a deep whoosh, the sheer force of it creating a pressure wave that forced

Eleanor to retreat, her silver hair whipping around her face.

"You'll have to do better than that to defeat me... if you even can," Barrock said, his tone cold and indifferent.

"I'm just getting warmed up," Eleanor replied, her voice calm but edged with challenge. "Don’t get complacent

too soon. Let's see who's standing at the end."

Even as she spoke, she activated Mind Acceleration.

The world slowed. She could see the minute tremors in his calves as he shifted his weight, could predict the

angle of his next hammer swing half a second before it began. Every sound becsharper, every detail

painfully vivid.

She darted in again... this tusing Bolt Step. There was no visible motion, only the sudden snap of

displacement. One moment she was five metres away, the next she was inside his guard, her leg sweeping low

for his knee... a strike that would have shattered the joint of any other cadet.

Barrock only grunted as the blow connected. The sound that followed was like metal striking metal. Pain flared

up Eleanor’s shin, and she caught the significant shift of his left shoulder... a backhand swing incoming.

She was already moving.

The head of his right hammer smashed into the space she’d just vacated, exploding against the platform with a

thunderous crack that sent shards of stone flying in every direction.

Eleanor beca blur... a storm of lightning and motion. She twisted, flipped, and dashed through the rain of

debris, her Bolt Steps leaving ghostly afterimages of static in the air.

She decided then and there to go all out.

She hammered at him from every angle... kicks to his ribs, open-palm strikes to his spine, fingers searching for

the gaps in his natural stone armour. Each blow landed with a concussive thud and a spray of sparks from her

Voltaic Strikes. His bloodline constitution dissipated the energy harmlessly, yet the physical force accumulated.

Barrock was a fortress under siege. He didn’t try to match her speed. He was the epicentre... the unmoving

point. His hammers wove aof destruction around him, each swing calculated not to catch her but to limit her

options, to herd her. His dragon sense made her lightning-swift footfalls as clear as shouted warnings; he always

knew where she would land. When she tried a feint, his Shockwave Awareness detected the subtle shift in her

movements... the true intent beneath the deception. He ignored the feint and blocked the real strike with a

forearm, the impact ringing out like a bell.

The first real damage cfrom a misjudgement.

Eleanor saw an opening. A low hammer swing left Barrock’s side exposed for a fraction of a second. She

committed, driving all her strength into a Voltaic Strike aimed at his floating ribs. But it was a trap. Barrock

released his grip on one hammer, letting it swing from a wrist strap, and his now-free hand shot out... not to

block, but to seize.

His stone-hard fingers closed around her wrist like a vice.

A lesser fighter would have been dragged in and crushed. But Eleanor, with her Overdrive already active,

channelled raw energy into her muscles. Instead of pulling back, she surged forward, slipping inside his grasp,

and drove her other elbow into his jaw. A sickening crack followed... whether it was his jaw or her elbow, she

couldn't tell. The pain was blinding, white-hot.

Barrock’s head snapped back, but he didn’t release her. With a roar of pain and fury, he swung her off her feet

and slammed her into the platform.

The world dissolved into shattered

stone and agony. Her quick reflexes

saved her from a fatal impact, but not

from the force. Every lOnedn(Rer

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flooding her veins with adrenaline

and defiance, forcing her battered

body to move. She rolled aside as his

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She scrambled back, her left arm hanging uselessly, the bone clearly fractured. Blood trickled from the corner of

her mouth. Across from her, Barrock spat a mouthful of crimson onto the stone. A deep bruise was already

spreading across his jaw, and one of his teeth was chipped.

She endured the pain and, with a guttural roar, snapped her elbow back into place. Her superior regeneration

began knitting the bone, though the process was slow and excruciating.

Barrock’s own draconic vitality worked to absorb the blow, but the concussive force of her strike... amplified by

his own Stone Shatterer passive reflecting sof the damage back... had clearly rattled him.

"You hit hard," he grunted, adjusting his grip on the hammers.

"You're slow," she shot back, her voice tight with pain.

Barrock triggered his first active skill.

He stomped down... Tectonic Shift.

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convulsed like qa edtthquake. A

violént MR of force burst outward

from his foot, fracturing the granite

as if it were glass. She tried to Bolt

Step away, but the instability of the

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He was on her in an instant, his

hammers a whirlwind of destruction.

She caught one with her good arm,

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grazed her side, and she felt her ribs

give way with a sickening crunch. A

cry tore from her throat... a sound

somewhere between a scream and a

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She activated Mental Lock in an instant. Her focus contracted until only her opponent existed. The world dimmed

to a blur of motion and noise... everything except Barrock. His movements, the flow of his energy, the minute

contractions of his muscles... all of it beccrystalline, precise, inevitable.

She stopped trying to outmanoeuvre his defences. Instead, she focused on striking at their source.

Eleanor pushed her mind into overdrive and caught the faintest lag as Barrock shifted his weight from one foot to

the other. She saw the almost imperceptible strain in his shoulder after a powerful swing.

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