A blood-curdling roar reverberated across the tournament grounds as Zorren transformed into a Fenrirkin.
The black werewolf stood three meters tall, its eyes glowing golden as they locked onto its opponent.
How dare he cut off his tongue?
Thanks to the Fenrir's strong regeneration ability, his tongue recovered. And the first thing it did after roaring was speak towards his opponent.
"I'll tear you limb from limb, Jason of the Aslan Tribe!" Zorren shouted with fury. "I'll make sure you'll regret this day for the rest of your life!"
Jason ignored his opponent's words and also transformed.
He turned into the White Wolf Sovereign, which also stood three meters tall. The two wolves then faced each other, both eager to rip each other to shreds.
Jason wasn't wearing the armor and accessories that Leone had handed him earlier.
Right now, he wanted to push himself to the limit and better understand just how strong his own abilities had grown.
