An Understated Dominance

“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.

one chance—kneel and beg for mercy. I might spare your life and make

Not a chance,” Dustin

it happen!” Bill Wolf vanished in an instant, reappearing behind Dustin with incredible speed. He opened his mouth wide, aiming

alarm, while Rivka and Halle stood up, tense with worry. Though they had

Wolf’s teeth were about to sink in, a loud slap rang

“Smack!”

flying over ten meters, rolling across the ring before coming to a

happened?” The crowd was stunned. From their perspective, Dustin hadn’t moved at all, yet Bill Wolf was

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

prized fangs.