The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Leonard's POV:

I took Sylvia to the eighth floor, which had a variety of equipment for basic strength training. "Come on, start punching the sandbag. Don't stop unless I tell you to." I tossed the boxing gloves to her and sat on the sofa on one side to enjoy my coffee.

As Sylvia grudgingly pulled on the gloves, she glanced at me and muttered, "There is even coffee here..."

I calmly took a sip of my coffee, feeling very content in my heart. This type of training program was pretty good. With an excellent student, I didn't have much to do, and coffee was available too.

Sylvia started a series of basic training exercises under my instructions. Seeing her so reluctant had me intrigued.

"What are you doing? Haven't you eaten lunch? Use more force." I sat in a relaxed position and urged her on every now and then.

Sweat trickled down her forehead. I could hear the thumps when her fists connected with the sandbag.

In fact, she had already been well-trained in basic strength and skills over the past few months of school. I had ordered her to do the strength training right now just to exhaust her extra energy.

I had learned from Rufus that every time Sylvia displayed her special power, she was either extremely furious or in a desperate situation.

Her special power was unlikely to surface under normal circumstances.

first thing I needed to do was to remind her of the feeling of that power, so

that, I had to create a desperate situation

of training, Sylvia was so tired that she fell to her

her and handed

too out of breath to speak. She nodded

and said, "No, I don't think you're tired enough. Come on. Now ten

her eyes when she heard what I said, but she finally obeyed and

she was extremely fatigued, her movements were still regular, but her bright eyes were fixed on me in particular, shining with

it looked like I was starting to

was very satisfied

because I wanted to make her so tired that she had no strength

you'll have

respond. She gritted her teeth and

lay down on the

a set of frog jumps? I don't think you've done enough,"

losing her temper, her face bulging like a steamed bun. "Are you torturing me on purpose? I

too much for you?" I frowned and pretended to be very disappointed. "Since that's