The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

"Harry! Are you insane? I told you to deal with Sylvia, not me!" Cherry shouted angrily. She couldn't believe that Harry just kicked her off the stage.

The whole thing happened so suddenly and fast that everyone was shocked.

"I'm not your lackey. I don't have to do as you say." Harry looked down upon Cherry from the stage. Suddenly, I felt the urge to fix my eyes on him. Despite his unruly head of hair that made him look like a talking pineapple, I couldn't help feeling a surge of respect and admiration for him. In my eyes, he glowed with bright, holy light like a true warrior.

Cherry's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in fury. When she was about to say something else, a judge asked her to leave. "An eliminated student cannot stay in the venue. Leave or your comprehensive score will be zero." Overwhelmed with rage and humiliation, Cherry burst into tears on the spot. She started wailing as if she was a victim of unfair treatment. The judge who asked her to leave had to get the guards to forcefully drag her out.

But I was not in the mood to worry about her. I still had a competition to win. Harry didn't fight with me. Instead, he turned around and targeted Cherry's pursuer, Allen.

The way she threw punches became

He looked right at me. Although he still looked arrogant to me, he no longer annoyed me like

Didn't you want to fight me alone? Well, here's your chance. Go ahead. Hit me with your best shot."

an evil werewolf. He was strong, and he was a formidable opponent. I supposed

secured second place in the group. Even if you admit defeat, you will still enter Class C. You may not be able to defeat Harry, and the judges may deduct points from you if you go on fighting," Yana reminded me in

didn't want

Let's fight!" As soon as I finished my words, I threw

let my fist touch nothing but air. He was unbelievably fast and sure-footed. I immediately thought that if I moved like he did, I'd be infuriatingly pompous, too. Cherry and her

either block his attacks or get out of his way. He didn't have his hand on me, yet I felt like he was pinning me down by the neck. I couldn't find an opening to land a single punch, which reminded

backed off and let me catch my breath. He clicked his tongue

too slow and weak. Defeating you will bring me no honor. Just