The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307 The Deadliest Weapon

Thora glanced at the wound on her forearm.

It wasn’t fatal-but it was deep enough to expose bone.

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With Sierra’s razor-sharp blade amplified by her ability, that arm was effectively unusable for the time being.

It hurt. But pain was something she could endure.

While everyone else was on edge, Thora only frowned briefly before lifting her gaze to Sierra, whose body was low and tense, like a predator about to lunge, eyes locked onto her.

“I underestimated you,” Thora said seriously.

There was no sarcasm, no disdain-just a calm statement of fact. It was a genuine acknowledgment of Sierra’s strength.

“Which means I’m done holding back.” The words were plain, almost casual-like she was announcing something utterly ordinary.

Yet the instant she spoke, Sierra’s entire body tensed. A chill shot up her spine and straight into her skull.

Thora placed one hand behind her back. Her other hand opened into a palm-lean, defined, with veins standing out sharply.

Driven by her ability, she pushed her wolf-force to its limit. The pressure around her surged dramatically.

It was unmistakable. In every inch of muscle in that arm lurked a savage power on the verge of breaking free-like a beast long suppressed, finally about to tear loose.

Sierra didn’t hesitate. She refused to give Thora the initiative and launched another attack immediately.

From the start of the fight, Thora hadn’t used her special ability at all. She’d relied solely on the raw physical power of her werewolf body to contend with Sierra.

And the truth was clear-no matter how powerful her physique or how strong her wolf spirit, there was still a gap when facing a high-level wolf spirit ability user.

Which only meant one thing. She still had more to dig out of her own body-until the day she could stand toe-to-toe with ability users without relying on abilities at all.

Sierra’s assault this time was fiercer than before.

Yet even with only one usable arm, the force behind Thora’s movements-and the shockwaves erupting with every collision-was on an entirely different level.

Ryan stared, dumbfounded. This was the first time he’d ever seen Thora fight in person. This-this-was the commander he admired!

The instant Sierra materialized behind her, Thora dropped her shoulder and slammed backward with

brutal force.

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“Ugh!” Sierra grunted, staggered back several steps by the impact.

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Before she could regain her footing, Thora surged forward. With one hand, she seized Sierra and yanked her back in, then drove her elbow through with the momentum.

Sierra was sent flying. She barely managed to twist midair to lessen the impact but still crashed down hard, nearly face-first into the ground.

A massive mouthful of blood burst from her lips.

When Thora’s elbow had smashed into her chest earlier, the impact had been so violent it surged through Sierra’s body like an electric current, rattling her down to the bone. Every cell had trembled.

Thora rolled her elbow once, loosened her shoulder and neck, and fixed her gaze on Sierra. No taunts. No extra words.

Sierra slammed both palms against the ground and launched herself straight at Thora-only to vanish midair.

Thora remained calm and slowly closed her eyes.

Breathing-closing in.

Right side!

The instant that breath was about to brush against her, she whipped out a spinning back kick, snapping into a brutal side strike.

Sierra reappeared on the spot-and was sent flying again, her body flung like a broken kite before crashing heavily into the ground.

“Sierra!” Frost’s face drained of color as she cried out.

This time, Sierra struggled to her feet-but she was completely finished.

The mental energy sustaining her ability was nearly drained dry. Multiple bones in her body had been shattered; even moving again risked permanent damage.

She never could have imagined that Thora’s physical body could be this terrifying.

No weapons. No transformation. Even no shifting. Her body itself was the deadliest weapon of all.

If that kick or palm strike had landed on an ordinary werewolf, they would have been dead on the spot.

She didn’t want to concede-but reality was right there, undeniable.

Step by step, Thora walked toward Sierra. Blood dripped steadily from her injured arm as she moved.

Drop by drop, it splattered onto the ground, winding like thin red trails.

Yet she acted as if nothing were wrong, paying no attention to the wound at all.

Tristan clenched his fists, forcing himself not to rush forward.

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