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."

water echoed in the bathroom,

surprise. The fighter would strike the fatal weakness of the opponent in an unconventionally unexpected way. They would bark like a mad dog, which would throw off the

unorthodox martial art technique, there were a few takeaways. For one, I should learn to fight my 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

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the students of the school were bustling, ready for the military parade that

graduated from military school. He was still full of youthful vitality, and his passionate voice echoed across the square. He seemed be as flamboyant and proud as Blair

several days now, but we heard no news from

It's starting!" Flora yanked at my arm excitedly, jumping up and

firecrackers whistled and exploded in the sky, signaling

parade to the central square, protecting the national flag. The rest of the soldiers followed suit closely behind. The sound of steady steps of soldier's feet could be heard from a mile away. Soon after, it was the armored soldiers' turn. Their armor glistened under the bright sun, while the missiles resembled unsheathed

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the country was powerful could its people live in peace and prosper. But behind every veil of peace was someone silently shouldering the burden and

this moment, I suddenly felt as

my country," Harry suddenly murmured firmly. "Even if