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.

was either I die or win. Admitting defeat was something only cowards

snorted coldly. Her face was full of disdain. "Your

piece of trash. No one had ever dared to offend me like this, let alone a lowly slave like her. My boiling anger burned

past her ear, and I stretched out my right

left hand to block my attack. Then she immediately squatted down and swept

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

say anything. Instead, she took the initiative to attack

her seriously. I wouldn't underestimate my enemy anymore. I used all my strength to

soon, I found that all my moves were countered by Sylvia. She had an absolute advantage over me in terms of

was totally different from that she-wolf I knew from during

was that she actually started to deal with me using

under her attack. I started fighting randomly like a

other hand, Sylvia

exuded a terrifying aura, and the coldness in her eyes made my hair stand on end. I felt like she was going to kill me at

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, wanting to admit defeat. But Sylvia held my mouth tightly to prevent me from speaking,

punched me again and again, almost knocking