The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I struggled to get up from the floor, although I felt a tingling pain in my back. I coughed and looked up at the person who attacked me, only to find that it was Leonard.

"Hey, why did you do that?" I was a little angry at his sudden move. But at the same time, I was also terrified. Werewolves had sharp senses innately. But why didn't I notice that Leonard was behind me just now? If I was on a mission, and it was an enemy, I was afraid I was already dead.

Leonard pursed his lips, and his face darkened. He didn't say anything. Instead, he attacked me directly again.

I was caught off guard, but I tried hard to dodge his attack.

His moves were so quick that they didn't give me a chance to react at all. I tried to resist a few moves, but his strength was astonishing.

He was old now, but he was still strong. I couldn't imagine how strong he was when he was young. Now I really felt the strength of the once most powerful werewolf.

Rufus was right. People would know how insignificant their strength was after meeting the real strong one.

After receiving a few punches from Leonard, I slowly calmed down from the panic.

so

from that of the orthodox army. His moves were everchanging in detail, and there was no regularity at

that if there were no rules, there

got flustered. I also had this feeling of powerlessness when I

he restrained himself in fear that I

the other hand, attacked me with all his strength

so anxious that I sweated profusely.

a

to strike back. But he clasped my shoulders so tightly

loosened his grip on my shoulders. But the next second, he attacked me

he was giving me a

and admiration, filled my

kept telling me to admit defeat, but I continued to refuse. For me, I

silently told myself that there would always

for me to fight against