The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 The First Clash

Dorian’s words made all three of them tense.

No wolf power. And they had to fight three ability users. That wiped out every advantage they

had.

Thora still had her ability. But Harvey and Tristan would have to fight with nothing but their bodies.

She could probably protect herself, but expecting her team to survive under this firepower and these odds was almost impossible.

This was life and death.

But none of them backed down.

Seeing their expressions, Dorian smiled. “I can give you a chance to regret this.”

“Too bad. The word regret doesn’t exist in my vocabulary.” Thora stared straight at him.

No matter how dangerous it looked, she had never once considered backing out.

Admiration sharpened in Dorian’s eyes.

He raised his hand. Moments later, mechanisms rumbled loudly.

In an instant, the entire space expanded at a speed they could see with the naked eye. The walls around them pushed outward as if forced open, spreading with a deep, echoing rumble.

Within seconds the room had grown to more than triple its original size.

The armed guards stepped back, leaving a wide-open arena in the center.

One of the men from Dorian’s side lifted his chin and shot them a mocking look before stepping forward.

He stood well over six and a half feet tall, built like a moving steel tower, and walked straight to the center of the field.

Thora noticed his legs the moment he stepped out. The length of each stride and the weight behind every step all differed from a normal person. Even when he walked slowly, faint hairline cracks spread across the floor beneath him.

This wasn’t the raw burst of wolf power. His legs were clearly enhanced by an ability. It was a mutational type of power.

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Harvey stepped forward. “Ms. Green, I’ll go first.”

This was a rotating match. The first to fight would burn the most stamina. If they wanted to last until the end, Harvey and Tristan both understood that Thora should fight last.

Thora didn’t stop him.

She wanted them to push their limits. To push against that razor-thin edge that might awaken latent powers, even if the chance was tiny.

Strength ruled everywhere. Facing an ability user was the clearest way to understand the gap.

“Watch his legs.” She warned softly.

Harvey locked his eyes on them and nodded, stepping out.

He was already massive for his age, almost six-foot-three before reaching adulthood, with steel- hard muscle packed under his shirt.

He was the one in the Wolffang Unit whose physical metrics came closest to perfect, aside from Thora and Tristan.

Even without wolf power, the aura he carried was fearless and fierce.

He tore strips of cloth from his shirt collar with his teeth and wrapped them around his fists. His movements were fast and clean.

“My name is Regin Hale. Yours?” the giant said in a rough voice.

Harvey crossed his fists and answered coldly. “Harvey Vasil.”

Exchanging names before a fight was a simple show of respect.

After getting his answer, Regin said nothing more. His foot slammed against the ground, and he lunged forward like a fired cannon.

Harvey braced, sinking his weight low, meeting the charge head-on.

Their fists and limbs collided with a muffled boom that echoed across the open space.

Harvey staggered half a step back, but Regin used the rebound force to twist and leap upward.

Both legs snapped straight, whipping up a gust of wind, coming down like a beast hidden inside.

a storm.

Tristan’s eyes widened. He almost rushed out but forced himself to be still.

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If those legs landed, they could pulp a person.

Thora’s throat tightened. A flicker of worry flashed through her then vanished.

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