The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

As soon as I got back to the dormitory, Flora immediately pushed me towards the bathroom so that I could wash up and go straight to bed.

"It's already ten o'clock! Hurry up!" Flora's voice sounded from outside the bathroom.

"Okay, okay. I'm getting dressed." Just then, my phone pinged.

Harry just sent me 10 GB worth of videos, all about fighting techniques.

I absentmindedly clicked on one randomly. Immediately, the video played and a dog's loud barking sounded. Startled, I muted my phone hurriedly.

"Sylvia? What the heck are you doing in there?" Flora knocked on the door a few more times impatiently.

"Nothing!" I looked around for an excuse. "There's still shampoo in my hair. I'm going to go rinse it."

the bathroom, I continued to browse through the videos Harry

one's opponent by surprise. The fighter would strike the fatal weakness

opponents without hesitation nor delay. A martial artist had to be ruthless in every move. Scrolling through the list of videos, most of them were ordinary martial arts. I decided against watching any more clips. After all, I now had a general idea of what I should do, at least in theory. Finally, Flora banged on the door, demanding that I hurry up. So I quickly finished up in the bathroom and headed to bed. Despite my restless mind, I forced my eyes closed and tried to

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Flora yanked at my arm excitedly, jumping up

thunderous firecrackers whistled and exploded in the sky, signaling the official start of the

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