A surge of searing pain followed. "Ahhh!" Graham let out a piglike scream as the sharp crack of breaking bone rang through the air. "You! What do you think you're doing?!" he roared in fury. The moment Thora tightened her grip, Graham's arm went limp. Mona seized the opening and wrenched herself free. Thora's lips curved almost imperceptibly. "Didn't you want water?" Before Graham could process her words, Thora flung a cup of freshly boiled water straight into his face. "Ah!" As Graham screamed, Thora's gaze hardened. She drove a kick into his chest. The nearly six-foot-four brute shot backward like a cannonball, slamming into the ground with a heavy thud.Everything happened too fast for anyone to react. Everyone in the training field sprang to their feet. The older students in darker uniforms stared at Thora, their expressions utterly changed. "Ahhh!" Graham howled hysterically, trying to cover his face but daring not to touch it. His skin had blistered instantly, red and swollen, his features twisted into something grotesque. Thora let out a cold laugh. Mona recoiled in shock and instinctively retreated behind Thora. Several freshmen edged forward instead. Their faces were filled with disbelief, but excitement flickered unmistakably in their eyes. This was the ferocious Thora they had seen during the assessments. "Bastard! Get her!" Graham bellowed. The students in standard blue uniforms didn't move, but the light blue uniformed students who usually followed Graham rushed at Thora at once. One of them let out a low wolfish growl as his muscles visibly swelled, strength surging through his frame. Another's nails elongated into sharp claws that flashed as they slashed toward Thora's throat. They didn't dare fully transform. The Combat Institute instructors might turn a blind eye to fights, but if someone died, no one would escape punishment. Thora's expression remained icy as she undid the top button of her uniform with one hand. The moment they closed in, she stepped forward, covering the distance in just a few strides and plunging straight into the crowd. As wolf claws lunged toward her, Thora twisted aside, seized the attacker's wrist at the precise point of force, and wrenched it along the natural stress lines of a wolf's anatomy. A sharp crack sounded, and the clawed hand fell limp. The student groaned in agony.When another charged at her with brute force, she advanced instead of retreating, slamming her knee into the soft spot of his abdomen. It was a weak point in wolf energy flow, and his howl cut off abruptly as his strength collapsed. Clad in a grayish blue uniform, Thora stood out starkly among the light blue ranks. Alone against many, she moved with effortless control, showing not the slightest strain. She was using only 30% of her wolf power, yet it was more than enough. The freshmen exchanged glances, then dropped whatever they were holding. They had endured these upperclassmen long enough. None of them were pushovers. Who would willingly swallow this humiliation forever? If Thora was fighting, they had no reason to hide. "Hit them!"The freshmen surged forward. What had been a one-sided assault instantly turned into a chaotic brawl. The training field filled with the harsh sounds of bodies colliding. Elsewhere, Thora's fist snapped out, sending two opponents flying. She spun immediately, driving her elbow sideways into another's shoulder and neck. He collapsed at once, completely incapacitated. "Enough!" An instructor suddenly appeared at the entrance of the training field. At the shout, everyone withdrew their wolf power and froze. Even the standard blue uniformed upperclassmen who had been poised to join the fight stepped back. The instructor was tall, his expression severe, clearly not someone to trifle with. He strode forward and barked, "What is this? Free training day has turned into a mass brawl? This is a military academy, not a street fight!"He could tell exactly what had happened. In truth, he had been observing from the sidelines for several minutes. Minor scuffles were tolerable, but a fight of this scale could not be allowed to continue. The Combat Institute was always lenient with combat training, but for freshmen to challenge the academy's authority so openly on their first days was far too reckless. All the students lowered their heads, no one daring to move. At that moment, Thora still had one opponent restrained. She shifted her arm and delivered a precise chop to the neck. The student cried out and collapsed, his nerves numbed, unable to move. Thora spoke calmly, "None of you can fight." It was the truth, but it ignited the fury of every upperclassman present. The anger the instructor had just suppressed flared up again instantly. "Who started it?" The teacher's cold gaze locked onto Thora. The moment he spoke, nearly every head turned toward her. One upperclassman stepped forward, heels together, and snapped a salute. "Reporting, sir. It was the freshman Thora who struck first."