The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Cruelty was written all across Warren's face. As soon as I stepped onto the stage, I could already feel him staring daggers at me. Before I could even have a second to get ready, he swung at me. Warren was absolutely fast and strong. His moves, though orthodox, were very graceful. With a turn of his wrist, he was able to grab my arm and tried to break my joints. Seeing this, I kicked him sideways.

As I expected, Harry was way below his level. If Harry was a hill, Warren was a great mountain.

After I kicked him, his face darkened and his look turned colder. I could feel that he seemed to decide on something deep inside.

The next few minutes were very difficult for me. Even though Warren's fighting style was not at all unique, his combinations were still so unpredictable and I could never get close to him. I couldn't even use all of my strength. In this situation, I knew that I was at a big disadvantage, with no opportunity to resist.

Even with the moves Rufus taught me, Warren could easily predict what I was going to do next and countered it. By this time, I was growing anxious.

I couldn't afford to be so passive anymore.

I was able to dodge it by

S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

my shin. He seemed to have figured out

leg too. His kicks were so strong that I almost cried out loud, but I was able to hold it back and

at me. "Don't overestimate yourself,

walked behind me and kicked my left calf this time. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I turned to him with the coldest expression I could muster up.

to find out that Warren was not demonstrating

as early as now, dear. I think Warren has snapped. He's being too cruel now,"

"I know. I'm clearly

point, I felt like my leg had been pounded by a metal hammer. It was painful, but at the same time,

and

But

been through enough. Another blow from Warren would have permanently disabled