The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Toby's POV:

The surging force made me fly out like a piece of rag.

I slammed into the guardrail of the battle ring, which caused an uproar in the crowd.

I fell to the ground in disbelief. How could Sylvia be so powerful? She was so skinny. How could she knock me out with just one punch?

I didn't want to believe it, but the pain in my chest told me it was real. I was beaten away by a mere slave.

There were noisy discussions around me, doubting my ability. I felt very embarrassed. For the first time in my life, I was beaten away by a she-wolf. Worse was, she was a slave I despised the most.

I clutched my chest and looked at the grandstand, only to see my father's gloomy and terrifying face.

I endured the taste of blood in my mouth and tried to stand up as if nothing had happened. But the power of Sylvia's punch was so great that my body didn't recover at all. So I fell down awkwardly again. Sylvia looked at me condescendingly and sneered, "I'll give you only one chance. Concede now."

Those words sounded just familiar. Didn't I say similar words to that weak she-wolf not long ago? This bitch Sylvia deliberately did it to humiliate me.

it was either I die or win. Admitting defeat was something

was full of disdain.

me like this, let alone a lowly slave like her. My boiling anger burned up

fist brushed past her ear, and I stretched out my

out her left hand to block my attack. Then she immediately

I immediately took a step back. I looked at her coldly and said, "It turns out this is your real strength. It seems that you have been pretending weak. I was too careless just now. But don't worry.

anything. Instead, she took the initiative

my enemy anymore. I used all my strength

that all my moves were countered by Sylvia. She

was totally different from that she-wolf I knew

she actually started to deal

I started fighting randomly like a

other hand, Sylvia

going to kill me at any time. Her moves were fierce and fast. Her aggressive attacks deprived me of a chance to even

me to the ground, and I couldn't move. I sensed danger in the air, and it made my heart shrink. Sylvia was so horrible right now. If I still didn't admit defeat, I was afraid I would die here today. I struggled to look at the referees' bench,

me again and