Third Person’s POV
Velda paled, realizing it was just an ordinary wooden stick.
Clenching her teeth, she swung her wolf ws at Adide.
Her strikes remained swift and powerful.
Blocking with the stick, Adide seized the moment when Velda turned.
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Gripping the stick in one hand, she pushed its tip with the other, sending it flying into Velda’s abdomen.
As the stick fell, Adide’s left hand formed a w–like shape, and the stick, as if maized, shot back into her grasp.
“Wow!” the crowd gasped. “What is that?”
“How did she pull the stick from the ground like that?”
Paisley exined coldly, “It’s the sheer aura of a powerful Alpha–it’s not just any ability. You wouldn’t understand.”
Staggering backward, Velda’sbat boots scorched the ground.
Uncontrolled, her scent nds released a storm of cedar and rust.
Deep within her mind, her wolf howled in despair.
“Silence!” she roared inwardly, blood seeping from her lip where her fangs had bitten through.
Her wolf’s shadow, meant to be one with her, now trembled in its cage—a sight that nearly made her vomit.
She forced herself to calm, though panic had already consumed her.
She had the aura of <b>a </b>werewolf, yes, but as an ordinary she–wolf with no extraordinary bloodline, she’d always thought it useless.
She’d focused on practicalbat skills since childhood, believing strength was the only currency on the battlefield.
Adide twirled the stick effortlessly, a mocking smile ying on her lips. “Velda,” she said, “shall we continue<b>, </b>or do you concede?”
To Velda, “concede” was <b>a </b><b>p </b>in the face.
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The moves were simple but vicious, effective for ying enemies in war.
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Adide danced out of reach, watching Velda’s eyes redden with every strike. Then, with a leap, Adide struck Velda’s wrist, sending the sword flying. A midair kick sent Velda hurtling backward.
Adidended gracefully, three yards away from the blood–spitting Velda. The stick spun rapidly in her hand, creating a vortex.
Hundreds of wooden shards peeled off, swirling like snowkes before hurtling toward Velda.
Though d in armor, Velda was left with scores of scratches.
One shard grazed her neck, drawing blood.
The wound was superficial, quickly healing under her werewolf regenerative abilities, but everyone knew how easily it could have been a fatal sh.
But how did Adide control her attack so precisely?
The crowd erupted in shock.
They’d expected a hard–fought battlesting at least thirty minutes, not this swift, one–sided victory.
Velda hadn’t even touched Adide’s clothes. She was utterly defeated.
Velda coughed up blood. That kick had nearly rearranged her internal organs. The pain left her voiceless for a moment.
Her face drained of color as she instinctively touched her neck, her fingersing away bloody.
She trembled uncontrobly–not from fear, but from disbelief.
This oue was uneptable. She’d never seen such power before.
How could Adide have be so strong?
She recalled when she and Ulrik had left, Ulrik had joked that Adide could hurt him with a mere leaf. At the time<b>, </b>she’dughed.
Now, experiencing this humiliation firsthand, jealousy and resentment gnawed at her like a
swarm of ants.
Her quick defeat was <b>a </b><b>p </b>in the face.
She’d told the supporting warriors that Adide’s status <b>was </b>because she’s Alpha Bentley daughter, leading to several officers being punished.
Even before the duel began<b>, </b><b>she’d </b>publicly insulted Adide, sparking public outrage.
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Throughout the duel, Adide had spoken only once, “Continue or concede?” Not a word of defense.
Ulrik rushed to her side. “Are you badly hurt?” he asked anxiously.
Grabbing his wrist, Velda slowly rose, her chest still aching.
Though she held back her tears, her eyes betrayed her pain.
She felt utterly humiliated. Worse than that, she realized that despite her valiant efforts on the southern border, there would be no rewards.
No, it was even worse than that.
She could no longer im the title of the first female werewolf general in the Kingdom.
That title now belonged to Adide.
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