The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

"Today is all about a test of different kinds of strength. Only the weak ones are too afraid and will aim to eliminate those they are scared of. The true strong ones do not care about how well their fellow competitors will do." Blair chuckled haughtily, looking the werewolf up and down. "You can't even walk straight anymore and your eyes and sunken. You probably have a kidney deficiency. I don't think you even finish the run just now, right?"

My eyes widened when I heard Blair speak. I did not expect him to go against the werewolf.

His words seemed to hit the werewolf right at his greatest weakness. With a pale face and clenched fists, he stomped his feet. "You!"

The werewolves near him pulled him back and stopped him. "Hey, give it up! That's not just any werewolf. He finished first just now, didn't you see?"

"What? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The werewolf muttered curses under his breath, panic flashing before his eyes. He withdrew himself awkwardly. "Fine, I'll letyou off this time!"

He then scampered away.

and looked amused. "Stupid

laughter, finally letting my guard

I think the next round is going to be difficult for you. It's a strength test, and judging by your physique, you

the water, biting my lip. My heart sank

how exactly is the strength test going to be?" I asked

thousand pounds of force. The greater the force it receives, the brighter it will glow red," Blair explained. He then looked at me with concern. "Those who want

fighting and combat skills. I'm assuming that's got to be your biggest weakness of the three,

me want to succeed even

anyway. I'm not quitting." My voice grew more determined. No matter the disadvantage, I was

patted me