Third Person’s POV


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    Adide caught the wooden stick and flipped it back to Lance with a meaningful nce.


    “Understood!” she said firmly, fully grasping Lance’s intention.-


    +8 Pearls


    Werewolf duels were brutal. The hatred between Adide and Velda was like a ticking time bomb. One misstep, and Adide’s silver spear could easily end up in Velda’s throat.


    Velda felt humiliated and sneered, “Using a wooden stick? Very well. Since you’re so confident, don’t me me for not holding back.”


    If she were more magnanimous, she’d have reced her sword with a wooden stick too.


    But defeat wasn’t an option–it would cost her too much.


    This was where she and Adide differed, a ss inequality from the start.


    And so, fighting a wooden stick with a sword was justified.


    The sunset painted the sky red, and the bonfires were lit. The fires burned bright but not harsh, casting enough light to clearly see the two women standing in the center.


    Many anticipated a top–notch duel with dazzling back–and–forth moves.


    Some hoped to see Velda thrash Adide, reducing her to her knees begging for mercy, and then imingmand of the Ironthorn Army.


    Ulrik, too, felt his nerves tighten.


    He recalled Adide’s fighting skills from their battle in the Bloodmoon Pack and her duel with Ellen, both showing she was a strong fighter.


    Ulrik knew Velda mustn’t lose.


    Defeat would mean no rewards for her bravery on the southern border and a flogging.


    “Velda, stay calm!” Ulrik shouted.


    Paisley’s ears red crimson with fiery red fur, her pupils narrowing tova–like slits.


    She extended her wolf ws, grabbed a rock, and hurled it.


    Ulrik’s cedar pheromones surged. He caught the rock mid–air with his ws and shattered it.


    The fiery madwolf!” Ulrik’s fangs bit into his lip, his warning growl mixing with a howl


    <b>3:32 </b>PM


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    Ulrik was irritated but had no time to deal with it now. He had to focus back on the duel.


    At Abbot’s “Begin!“, all eyes turned to thebatants.


    The crowd chanted, “Velda, defeat her! Show no mercy!”


    “Go, Velda!”


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    Velda leaped, unleashing a wave of blood–red pheromones, revealing the Bloodmoon Pack’s thorned totem on her neck.


    With both hands on her sword, she swung at Adide.


    Herbat style was purely pragmatic, all brute force, no finesse.


    Velda swung her sword at Adide with incredible speed. Adide couldn’t dodge it no matter what.


    She might save her left or right hand, or her chest or back would get hit.


    The speed was so fast that none of the watching wolf soldiers could have dodged it.


    But Adide didn’t dodge. She gripped the wooden stick with both hands and blocked.


    The sword struck the wooden stick.


    The sword swung down at the stick with blinding speed and immense force. The stick should’ve snapped in two<i>. </i>


    But in that instant, it was as solid as iron, showing no damage at all. There was a loud “ng,” and Velda felt a jolt in her tiger mouth and wrist, almost making her drop the sword.


    The collision of pheromones left the lower–rank wolves gasping.


    Velda’s fangs began receding–a rare “bloodline submission” in werewolf ns.


    Velda’s heart skipped a beat. She looked into Adide’s deep eyes and saw the stick in her hand was unscratched. She was shocked.


    Adide’s staff was not ordinary.


    Alpha Lance was determined to protect her. He wouldn’t give her an ordinary wooden stick.


    It must be special.


    “So, this stick isn’t ordinary,” Velda said coldly. “Alpha Lance must have given you the toughest weapon.”


    The wooden stick<b>, </b><b>as </b>long as a spear, was just <b>a </b>camp–building pole.


    3:32 PM


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    But she was convinced that Alpha Lance favored Adide. He’d never give her an ordinary stick in such a duel.


    Many wolf soldiers, watching from a distance, hadn’t seen the stick clearly. Hearing Velda’s words, they too thought it was a superior weapon.


    “Unfair!” cries erupted. “Amon sword vs. a superior weapon!”


    “She should use the spear instead. So this is how she ‘cheats.”


    “This is so unfair!” theints erupted instantly..


    Seeing this, Adide acted swiftly. She split the stick, leaving a jagged edge.


    Then, with a flick of her foot, she sent the broken piece flying into the midst of theining warriors.


    Upon inspection, the warriors realized it was just an ordinary wooden stick.


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