The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 418

The stands went wild, cheers crashing like waves.

Amidst the cheers, Thora stayed unbelievably calm, dealing with Dove's attacks as if they were nothing.

Her fighting style was exciting to watch—not because it was flashy, but because it was sharp and deadly. She was quick, accurate, and merciless, with zero wasted moves.

That extreme style had a deadly pull on everyone watching.

Some people had been hooked since her very first match, treating each fight as a live lesson. They observed closely, analyzed, and learned along the way.

So when she fought on the third floor, nearly all her hardcore fans showed up.

But they soon realized that copying her was pointless. No one could reach her level.

Every action she made relied on insane speed and raw strength.

Without that foundation, imitation would only get them beaten.

Thora dodged Dove's attack. Her eyes worked like a rapid calculation program as she predicted his next move and chose the most likely one.

She didn't know when she'd gained that skill. In battle, she could always foresee her opponent's options and instinctively lock onto the best one.

Dove spun around and stabbed again, several poisoned needles flashing between his fingers. One touch was enough to knock someone out.

Nine Tower had loose rules. Anything was allowed. Whoever won was the victor.

Thora's gaze sharpened. As the dagger came down, she twisted her waist and dodged, the blade missing her by a hair.

They were practically face-to-face, yet she wasn't injured at all.

At the same time, she stepped in and clamped down on his shoulder with one hand, crushing it before his momentum could recover.

"Ah!" A shock shot through his arm. It went numb, and he couldn't move.

With a clatter, the dagger and poisoned needles hit the ground.

Thora gave a cold laugh and slammed a kick into his tailbone.

Dove flew forward and smashed face-first into the ground.

Rage burned through him as he struggled up and charged again.

Thora reacted instantly. As he lunged, she slid back, braced her legs against the railing, and launched herself into the air.

Dove missed the target and sensed danger, hurriedly trying to defend.

But Thora didn't give him time.

Before he could react, sharp pain exploded in his back. The sound of bone cracking rang out clearly.

Having a love rival like that made his palms sweat.

Mike's data analysis made Roxen's expression tighten as well. Was Thora really that strong?

With the same wolf spirit rank, even with different physiques, the gap in explosive power shouldn't be that huge.

Was her body simply different from everyone else's?

"Roxen, you're paying so much attention to him. Are you into him?" Mike suddenly changed topics, stirring trouble. "If you like him, go for it. Do it before he falls for someone else. Get him first. If you're his first man, he won't even look at other women!"

Mike didn't know Thora's real gender. To him, she was still a guy.

He desperately wanted Roxen to tie Thora down. That way, he'd lose a powerful rival in love, and Roxen would get what he wanted, which would be a win-win situation.

Too bad reality didn't work that way.

Roxen glanced at Mike and said nothing, his eyes returning to the platform below.

Still, Mike's words sent ripples through his heart.

Be her first man?

An unfamiliar feeling stirred deep inside him.