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.

either I die or win. Admitting defeat was

was full of disdain. "Your struggle is

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

brushed past her ear, and I stretched out my right leg towards her

attack. Then she immediately squatted down and swept

"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. The show has

didn't say anything. Instead, she

enemy anymore. I used all

countered by Sylvia. She had an absolute advantage over me

she-wolf I knew from during

even more annoying was that she actually started to deal with me

attack. I started

Sylvia

her eyes made my hair stand on end. I felt like she was going to kill me at any time. Her moves were fierce and fast. Her aggressive attacks deprived me of a chance to even turn into a

still didn't admit defeat, I was afraid I would die here today. I struggled to look at the referees' bench, wanting to admit defeat. But Sylvia held my mouth tightly to prevent me from speaking, just like what I did to

and again, almost knocking my chest