The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Harry acted swiftly. However, I spun around and dodged him as I recalled the moves Rufus had used to attack him.

"Why did you change your moves?" Harry was baffled. He couldn't fight back.

I snorted and punched his face. "I've told you that I've fought with people stronger than you." "Damn it! Don't hit my face!" Harry anxiously blocked my fist. "Who is stronger than me? Tell me. I want to meet them."

"I'll tell you if you defeat me!" I pressed my elbow on Harry's shoulder. When he was distracted, I gave him a suplex and pinned him to the ground, pressing my hand on his neck.

Harry was in a trance and looked at me in disbelief. After a while, he came to his senses and said, "I admit defeat."

I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. If he didn't admit defeat, I would have become exhausted and wouldn't have been able to fight back anyway.

I stood up and pulled Harry to his feet.

be deducted because your movement was not standard, and ten points will be

understand what was going on. Perhaps my movement was indeed not standard, but as far as I knew, I didn't violate the rules in any

the judge, Harry lost his cool. He stood up and bellowed, "Have you all lost your minds? Are you giving the scores with your eyes closed? When did she violate the damn rules? Believe it or not, I'll fucking rip your eyes off your sockets!" Harry was so angry that he wanted to beat that judge. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

would get violent and attack the judge. "Calm down.

up to the judges and looked at them. "I would like to know the standard rules

judges fell silent, for they didn't know what to say. Finally, they glanced at each other, and one of them said, "If I say you have violated the rules, then you have. What can a slave like you know?" Harry grew agitated. He grabbed the judge's collars and shouted, "Change

judge. He tried pulling Harry's hands off his collar but failed. "I can change the marks I had deducted for violating the rules, but her movement and techniques were not standard.

be impulsive. The judge raised the card again, straightened his shirt, and glared at him. "If

the judge cursed under his breath and turned his head. The blood on his

judge in the eye.

He was

the card. "Get out of

relaxed. He stood up and

beat when I saw Rufus' tall, elegant figure. He looked

he cast a sidelong glance at another judge. The judge immediately