Gary had been stabbed several tis, yet sohow he was still standing. From the outside, it almost looked unreal, as if his body simply refused to fall no matter how much damage it took. Both Jack’s camp and Steve’s pack stared in disbelief, watching a Werewolf who should have collapsed long ago remain upright through sheer will alone.
The stabbing attacks weren’t just shallow wounds ant to scare or weaken him. Each strike tore through muscle and flesh, carrying the full force of Claw’s body behind it. The nails pierced deep, and right after the sharp pain of penetration ca the heavy impact of Claw’s fingers slamming into him, like being struck repeatedly by solid iron rods. Every hit sent a shock through Gary’s body, rattling his bones and forcing air from his lungs.
Yet, he endured.
Gary knew why he was still standing. Back when he still had his full system, he had relied on skills like Last Stand more tis than he could count. He had pushed his body past its limits before, surviving situations where he should have died. But this ti was different. There were no system prompts, no buffs, no ergency skills kicking in to save him.
Right now, this was just his body.
And that truth terrified him more than any enemy ever had.
Unlike before, Gary couldn’t see numbers. There was no HP bar slowly ticking down, no clear indicator of how close he was to death. Every wound felt real in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long ti. The pain didn’t fade after a mont. It stayed, burned, throbbed, and worsened with every movent.
It was the first ti Gary had fought seriously as a Werewolf without the system acting as a safety net. No skills. No second chances.
And yet, despite all of that, he didn’t feel fear. Instead, sothing else filled his chest.
Resolve.
Claw ca at him again, swinging from the side with brute force. Gary forced his arm up and t the strike with his forearm. The claws dug into his skin imdiately, ripping through flesh, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he clenched his teeth and shoved forward, locking Claw’s arm in place.
Pain shot up his nerves, sharp and unforgiving, but Gary ignored it.
He twisted his body and slamd his fist into the side of Claw’s head. The impact echoed, a dull, heavy sound that made several Werewolves flinch. Claw staggered but didn’t fall, snarling as he retaliated.
Gary didn’t retreat.
He pushed through the pain, grabbing Claw by the shoulders and driving his knee hard into his stomach. The air burst from Claw’s lungs in a violent cough. That was the mont the fight changed.
What followed was no longer a technical exchange of blows or cautious movent. It beca a brutal slugfest.
Gary stopped trying to dodge everything. He stopped trying to fight cleanly. Instead, he chose which attacks he could survive and let them land, twisting his body just enough so that fatal strikes missed while still allowing him to counter.
From Kai’s perspective, it was terrifying, and impressive.
Gary wasn’t fighting recklessly. Every movent had purpose. He shifted his weight to avoid his throat, turned his body so deep stabs hit muscle instead of organs, and absorbed blows that others would have panicked from. It wasn’t sothing that could be learned overnight. It was the kind of instinct forged through years of real combat.
Claw swung again, and Gary took the hit across his side. Pain exploded through him, but he answered with another punch, then another. Each strike carried everything he had left.
Another knee crashed into Claw’s face, shattering teeth and sending blood flying. The sound of bone breaking rang through the battlefield, silencing the murmurs from both packs.
Claw stumbled back, barely conscious.
Gary didn’t stop.
He stepped forward and delivered one final punch, his fist slamming into Claw’s face with everything he had left. The force sent Claw flying backward, his body crashing across the dirt toward Jack’s pack. Several Werewolves rushed forward instinctively and caught him before his body could hit the ground again.
It was over.
Claw didn’t move.
As the realization spread, a heavy silence fell over the battlefield.
Gary stood there, breathing hard. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his Werewolf form began to fade. Fur receded, muscles shrank, and soon his human body stood exposed, covered in blood. His clothes were torn, soaked crimson, and clung to his skin. Wounds that had been hidden beneath fur now showed clearly, deep gashes, puncture wounds, and bruises forming rapidly.
For so reason, seeing Gary like this was even more frightening than when he had been transford.
“That guy...” one of Jack’s pack mbers muttered. “I don’t think he’s that skilled... but damn, his willpower is insane.”
Not everyone understood what they had just witnessed.
But Jack did.
So did Steve.
They had both seen enough battles to recognize true experience when it appeared. Gary hadn’t won because he was stronger. He had won because he knew how to survive. He knew how to fight when losing was not an option.
When Gary finally turned and walked back toward Steve’s side, each step looked heavier than the last. Still, he didn’t collapse. He stopped in front of Kai and Lupus and managed a weak grin.
“I think I need so food,” Gary said, his voice hoarse. “Otherwise... I’m not going to be doing much else.”
Despite everything, he was still Gary.
His eyes t Steve’s briefly. Gary didn’t know why Steve had asked him to lose the match. He didn’t know what plan Steve had in mind. All he knew was that he hadn’t had a choice. Against an opponent like Claw, holding back would have ant dying.
Steve said nothing, but his expression tightened slightly.
He understood now.
There had been a reason he asked Gary to lose, and a reason he hadn’t asked Lupus to do the sa. Having spent so ti with him he understood Lupus’s character.
As Gary stepped aside, all eyes turned to the last remaining fighter.
Lupus.
The air grew heavy with anticipation.
If Lupus won this final fight... then all three of them would have claid victory.
And no one knew what that outco would truly an.
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