Novel & Cerita A Worthy Opponent

Darren stepped on the stage, his gaze filled with disdain. Was he underestimating his opponent? Not a chance! Could an unknown young man like this even qualify to be his opponent? The answer was a resounding no! Since Woody wasn't even worthy of being called a proper opponent, there was no need to hold back. "Kid, considering how young and naive you are, I might spare your pathetic life." Darren insincerely said, "But there's one condition, kneel before me, bow to me three times, and admit defeat."

Each opponent comes as a different challenge than the previous one and I use each as a steppingstone to improve how I analyse my opponent's weaknesses and learn new moves to attack and dodge. Although there definitely was a price to pay to gain that lesson, that was the mentality that I keep in mind as I climb on the stage. Not an opponent to beat down; But an opponent to learn from. Now, let the lesson begin.

If she is standing in front of me, then she is my opponent. “Because I am your opponent, you dummy.” Fear surged into my body, curling around my neck and stealing my breath. If I remember correctly, Imani had paired me with some Vivian lady. She was the weakest wolf in the pack, and it was an opportunity for both of us to stay on the safer side. No. This isn’t good. Celestia and I cannot spar in this fight. She would definitely compile every grudge she has against me and kill my poor ass today.

Even from my position, I could see the admiration in his eyes when he stared at Gideon, who stood firm like an unshakeable mountain. Gideon swept his gaze across the tag and announced, "Opponent: Bernard.” A section of the crowd cheered at that name, but it was obvious that Bernald was not one renowned warriors in the pack. Another bulky man entered the ring with a solemn expression as he glanced at his opponent. He must have realized that his opponent was not a simple one. Soon, both parties faced each other. Even though Aaron probably knew that Bernard might not be his opponent, his visage was still serious, making me nod in satisfaction.

Even though it was cold and his body was naturally heated, the cold still managed to get to him, and he wasn't even sure if he was in the right mindset anymore. "Why do you care?" The man beside him retorted, "Did he not want to become the King's right-hand man? Then let him suffer for himself. Humph!" "Now, it's time to know who his opponent would be." Aldridge began speaking. Valen quickly did a survey scan, trying to see who he could have as an opponent. "The one who will compete with Valen next week is..." Everyone was quiet and the anticipation was clearly written all over their faces. "...Lucan." He completed his words, dropping the bomb shell with no remorse or regret.

If we were going up against a more worthy opponent I was going to think of being worked up but he was very little compared to who I was no matter how strong and no matter how powerful he has built up his army they will always remain ants and underaged to our pack. "So what you're trying to say now is that we should ignore all my red flags about their park on how we should be more serious and we shouldn't underestimate them and actually feel we are big and just attack whenever we please? are you really sure going to make it out of this with that plan of yours because we can't endanger the life of the park just because you think the opponents are not worthy enough nevertheless we should be mor

the woman in the purple robe asked. “Him?” The man burst into laughter. “He’s a lowly living being, nothing more than a mere ant, even if he is the leader of all living beings. However, you possess innate spiritual cultivation and a noble status. Having already ascended one step into the Soma Daeclon Rank, you are truly an outstanding figure among the gods. Is he truly worthy to be your opponent?”

Even if no one else saw my value, my father’s quiet love lingered there, and that was enough to keep me from collapsing beneath the crushing weight of my failures. My gaze returned to Andrea’s opponent. She was dressed in the manner of the dagger family—trousers, a jacket, a hooded cowl, and light sandals for swift, silent movement. Unlike the dagger wielder I had once faced, this one radiated strength. Every shift of her stance spoke of honed skill. She was faster, deadlier, and the match she had been assigned to reflected it. Strong wolves fought strong wolves, while the weak were spared from mismatched slaughter. That was the rule. I had never belonged to the strong.

“I want to end the war between us.” He paused mid-lift, his eyes flicked up to meet mine, and a mocking glint flashed in them. “War?” I nodded, thinking this was meant to be progress. “Was there ever a war, Kitten? You would need to have your wolf to even be considered an opponent. And even then, you wouldn’t be worthy. You haven’t even had your wolf’s dawn yet, so don’t kid yourself into thinking I would ever see you as someone worth fighting.”

"How will you call your battle fair? You have an advantage against all your opponents." "HOW DARE YOU!!!" One of the guards screamed, and was about to hit him when I raised my hand. "My lady! He deserves punishment by death. He doesn't show respect to the leader of Ambersley." "Halt. Let him speak." I raised my brows to the man, asking him to continue what he was saying. I believe he stopped at claiming that the only reason I won was because of my forbidden advantage. "I believe that all your opponents are weaklings for losing against you. I challenged you for a fight," he requested in a determined voice.