What Emery had decided to do might seem foolish at first glance, that it was a rash and unwise decision made impulsively out of emotions. In reality though, he had given it quite a bit of thought before he eventually jumped into the arena. Firstly, he truly believed that he would not get anywhere by staying obscure in the shadows. By displaying his strength, he aimed to attract the attention of the Alpha King or the people around him. Either way, that would be his opportunity – the first step to enter their inner circle. Secondly, even though he tried to cover his identity because of his deep hatred for Lucius Corvin, the feeling was actually not mutual at all. The worst thing that could happen to Emery was to be found out by the man and cause his plot to kill him all the more difficult. The man, on the other hand, had no reason to kill him. As long as he kept away from joining his inner pack, he should be fine. Thirdly, all the fights he watched couldn't help but make his blood boil. A fight between young magus, where no spells were allowed, was one that definitely catered to his condition perfectly. There was no way that Emery would let such an opportunity go. As soon as he stepped into the arena, he repeated the words just like everyone else before him. "I am Evan of the Valerious clan. I came to offer myself to the glory of the blood moon." There were a few confused faces among the crowd looking at him, but Emery didn't care about them as he focused on the people that matter. The one on the terrace and the old grand magus who decided if he was worthy for the offering. The old grand magus looked at him, doubt was apparent in his eyes, before finally speaking calmly but with a power within his face. "Who are you? I never heard of you or your clan before" Before the old man could say anything that could jeopardize his plans, Emery swiftly activated his transformation ability. As his body took on the form of his [Fey Transformation], he stared at the young Corvin. "I am the one who will be fighting him" Following the coyote's act previously, Emery was hoping that a challenge would smooth his way to a fight and eventually his objective. In the meantime, the old grand magus seemed to scrutinize his transformation before nodding his head slightly. "Your offering is worthy of the blood moon." He said calmly. Hearing those words, the young Corvin named Jason threw his gaze at Emery. His eyes wandered around, scanning him before he said with a condescending smile, "Dont you know who I am? You must have been an outlandish wolf, aren't you?" "You don't belong here." He added with a mocking sneer. Not to be outdone, Emery was quick to reply to the ridicule. "Great, an asshole. This sure is going to be easy." He said in a casual manner as he brought out his [Blade Claw], which seemed to spark a reaction from some of the audience. Even though his eyes focused upon his opponent, Emery had secretly used his spirit reading to sense the people above, and so far that man called Lucius had still not shown a reaction. He didn't react when he appeared and also when he revealed his [Blade Claw]. It seemed that a silver-haired wolf half-blood with three blades on its knuckles was more common than he thought. With no indication that his situation was at risk, Emery heaved a sigh of relief. For now, it looked like he would be able to fully focus on the upcoming fight. Staring at his opponent, the young man's transformation bore an image very similar to the man he hated so much. A golden-furred wolf half-blood with fire element proficiency. All could be seen clearly from the fiery blade-like claws that he displayed on his arms. "I will cut you down, piece by piece," Jason said with a condescending gaze. "You talk too much," Emery fired back, adding a provoking gesture with his hand. "Just come at me." Annoyed by Emery's haughty attitude, who in his eyes was merely a nobody, the young Corvin kicked the ground and shot towards him. His malicious intent was evident as he brandished his arm claws. CLANKK!!! A sharp sound echoed through the air as the two blades crashed into each other. Emery found himself getting pushed back two steps, showing that his opponent possessed the advantage in raw strength. Based on Emery's current stats, Jason should have over 300 battle power, which was on par with an ordinary Half Moon magus. The man was certainly stronger, but Emery still had his other transformation that could match him. However, he decided to keep his cards and observe his opponent further for now. After a few exchanges, Emery found out that his opponent was more than meets the eye. Not only was his strength and dexterity superior, the man's fighting techniques were exceptional as well. With a swift combination of attacks followed by powerful outbursts, Emery was quickly overwhelmed. Blood splattered into the air as he sustained various injuries, his flesh were torn apart. To make matters worse, his opponent's fiery claws made the wounds on his body even more painful as they burned inside and out. "Hahah you are stronger than I thought, but your skill matches your simpleton identity." The man's words were indeed a fair evaluation. Emery had been trying his best to regain his skills in claw fighting techniques for the past three months, but looking at his opponent now, he was clearly still below par at best that he might not win even if they had comparable stats. Fortunately, Emery still had something that gave him somewhat of an edge, his innate [Undecaying Flesh]. If it were not for this ability of his, he wouldn't be able to hold on under the brutal offensive the young Corvin threw. He endured the onslaught in spite of the excruciating pain, until finally his opponent revealed an opening due to his arrogance, which he immediately grabbed without hesitation. Emery brought down Jason with a tackle through a gap that appeared in the latter's defense, and as they fell down, he used his [Night Transformation]. The change of his furs to dark color was promptly followed by a drastic increase in strength, allowing him to firmly lock the young Corvin down on the ground as he unleashed his just retaliation, relentlessly beating and delivering stabs with his own blade claws. All pairs of eyes were shocked to see an unknown wolf defeating the famous Prince Corvin.