“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

a chance,” Dustin replied,

an instant, reappearing behind Dustin with incredible speed. He opened his mouth wide, aiming to sink his

alarm, while Rivka and Halle stood up, tense with worry. Though they had only recently met Dustin, their bond had grown, and they couldn’t

teeth were about

“Smack!”

Wolf was sent flying over ten meters, rolling across the ring before coming

Dustin hadn’t moved at all, yet Bill Wolf

steps unsteady. He couldn’t comprehend what had just occurred. It felt like someone had struck him, and a strange energy was preventing him from healing. His face continued to swell. Don’t forget to visit our main site, naijdate.com, for the fastest

prized fangs. Staring at his fallen teeth, then back at

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