“Stop talking nonsense. If you have the guts, come at me!” Dustin taunted, extending a hand in a provocative gesture.

“Kid, you’re asking for it!” Bill Wolf’s anger flared, but just as he was about to attack, he hesitated, glancing nervously at referee Orion Foster. Remembering how Orion had nearly killed him for acting impulsively earlier, Bill reined in his fury. Orion hadn’t officially started the match, and Bill wasn’t foolish enough to give him another reason to intervene.

“What? Afraid to make a move? Is that all you’ve got?” Dustin mocked.

“You—!” Bill Wolf snarled, his body trembling with rage. Bloodlust simmered beneath the surface as he vowed to make Dustin suffer once the match began.

“Are both players ready?” Orion Foster asked, his face impassive.

“No problem here,” Dustin replied calmly.

“Ready!” Bill Wolf gritted his teeth, glaring at Dustin.

“Good. Let the eighth match begin!” Orion Foster declared before leaving the ring.

Bill Wolf sneered, his nails extending into sharp claws. “I’ll give you one chance—kneel and beg for mercy. I might spare your life and make you my blood slave. Otherwise, I’ll

a chance,” Dustin replied,

you’re eager to die, I’ll make it happen!” Bill Wolf vanished in an instant, reappearing behind Dustin with incredible speed. He opened his mouth wide, aiming

with worry. Though they had only recently met Dustin, their bond had grown,

about to sink in, a

“Smack!”

Wolf was sent flying over ten meters, rolling across

From their perspective, Dustin hadn’t moved at all, yet Bill Wolf was

his face swollen and red, his steps unsteady. He couldn’t comprehend what had just occurred. It felt like someone had struck him, and a strange energy was preventing him

out, including his prized fangs. Staring at his fallen teeth, then back at Dustin, Bill’s

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