I Became A Zompirewolf

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Name: Hugo Del Rio

Species: Werewolf (Active)

Status: Werewolf

Class: Unassigned

Title: [Rogue]

Age: 16 years

Gender: Male

Grade: F-tier (Evolution is possible)

Affiliation: Werewolves.

Level:

> Werewolf Level: 10

Stats:

HP: 1900/1900

Damage: 30

Armour: 20

Stealth: 12

Stamina: 42

Agility: 20

Intelligence: 16

Nature:

• Purist

Abilities/skills/spells:

• Werewolf Skills:

>> Pounce: This skill allows the user to pounce on a target from a great distance. Causes 109 HP worth of damage to 5 targets at once. Successfully hitting the target with this allows the user to cast the skill once again after 5 seconds. Otherwise, the skill would go into the usual cooldown period.

Grade: Low

Cooldown: 1 Minute

Activation Radius: 5 meters (Your targets must be within this range to get marked upon a successful hit.)

>> Transformation (Half Wolf)

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'Hugo... he isn't half bad.'

That was the first thought that crossed Ashton's mind. Even though Hugo did not have half as many skills as he did, the sole fact that he was level 10 made him a bit different from the ones Ashton had fought so far.

But there were things that made Asthon hate him a bit. Hugo, just like most of the nobles was a purist as well. Which meant, Hugo would be looking down at him just like the rest of the S rankers were. However, Ashton could have been happier now that he was given a stage to put these idiots into their place. 

It was a perfect opportunity for him to silence them and their criticism of him. There was one thing that Ashton had been made aware of after overhearing some students. It was the fact that most of the students didn't believe he deserved to be an S ranker. 

Mostly because they had gotten to know how the Gruntas were stripped of their positions in the first round and Ashton was 'awarded' the first place, rather than 'earning' it. This fact coupled with him being a mutt, caused resentment in everyone. They even had a new nickname for him, 'Fake Ranker'.

But that was all they could do for now, because it did not matter whether they liked it or not, Ashton was an S ranker whom they couldn't put their hands on. But they weren't bound by this rule during combat training. 

"Let's see what the fake ranker has to offer," Hugo mumbled and launched himself towards Ashton at an insane speed. 

"What the-" 

It was thanks to [Battle Tactics] and [Reflex] that Ashton was easily able to dodge the incoming attack. However, it was clear to anyone that Hugo had used his ability even though professor Amaira had made it very clear they were not allowed to use their abilities. 

How was Ashton so sure about it? Well because he was more agile than Hugo, thus if he had to use [Battle Tactics] and [Reflex] simultaneously just to dodge his attack, it meant Hugo had used [Pounce]. 

"Professor!?" Ashton stared at Amaira hoping she would do something, but she was unfazed.

"What are you barking for?" She yelled back at him as the rest of the S rankers had a smirk on their faces.

At that moment it dawned upon Ashton what was going on there. All of them were in on it... those fcking purists. The professor was just as biased against him as the rest of the rankers. That's why she had intentionally ignored that Hugo had just used his ability. 

"Nothing... professor." Ashton said with an apologetic look on his face, 'You wanna play dirty? Fine by me.'

Since it was his first day there, he did not want to cause any problems. But now that it had come to dirty playing already, he had no choice but to entertain them as well. 

'Use your abilities as you please, but don't blame me for what will happen now.'

These fools were trying to stir up a hornet's nest, so it was obvious the hornet would sting them sooner or later. Still, Ashton was sure that if he used any of his active abilities, the professor would find an excuse for him to get thrown out of the academy.  Thus he had to depend on his passive skills only.

'Nah, these idiots don't even deserve that. I'll keep the passives to strictly defend myself. That way, they might actually stand a chance to win.'

"Come at me when you are ready." Ashton flexed his neck while taunting Hugo. 

"Why? Are you afraid to charge at me-" Hugo was still in the middle of speaking when he got kicked right in the face. 

'Of course, you won't come at me now that your skill is in cooldown. Fcking bastard.'

A gust of wind was the only thing felt by the spectators as Hugo was sent flying to the edge of the ring, and in his place stood Ashton with his right leg still in the air. Blood gushed out of Hugo's mouth as his lower jaw had been visibly dislocated. 

All that... with just a simple kick. However, Ashton wasn't done yet. The rules were clear, the fight would go on till one of them got knocked out and Ashton was planning on making an example out of Hugo there. How could he let the fun end so early?

A second later, Ashton launched himself back at Hugo. But this time he went for Hugo's kneecap. With a herculean sidekick, he managed to shatter Hugo's left kneecap before he could even try to defend himself. 

Hugo was in a hell of pain, but he couldn't even scream properly as his broken jaw didn't allow it. In less than a minute, he went from a fully functional competitor to a crippled teenager. At that moment, it dawned upon him... he was completely at Ashton's mercy. 

But his pain was far from over yet. He would make a good example if he was still looking at him with eyes of disgust, would he? However, before Ashton could put an end to Hugo, someone grabbed the back of his collar and threw him away.  It was none other than Amaira herself. 

"The hell do you think you are doing?" She yelled at him filled with rage, "This was supposed to be a duel, not a butchery!"

"Did I break any rules?" It was Ashton's turn to smirk, "How is it my fault if his bones are made of clay rather than calcium?"

Amaira knew Ashton was correct, so she could not even punish him. All she could do was to stare daggers at him and nothing more. 

"I'll take Mr Del Rio to the infirmary. Till then, none of you is allowed to lay a finger on each other. None of you!" Amaira yelled before effortlessly lifting Hugo up and rushing outside.

'If you play with fire, you will get burned. What's the fault of the fire?' Ashton thought to himself before smiling, 'Oh look, that moron gave me some exp.. Nice.'