Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 405 Create A Desperate Situation
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 f0rce.” 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 sK*lls 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.
At present, the first thing I needed to do was to remind her of the feeling of that power, so that she could control it.
For that, I had to create a desperate situation for her first.
After the fifth round of training, Sylvia was so tired that she fell to her knees.
I slowly walked up to her and handed her a clean towel. “Are you tired?”
Sylvia was too out of breath to speak. She nodded and wiped her sweat with the towel. I smiled kindly and said, “No, I don’t think you’re tired enough. Come on. Now ten sets of push-ups.”
Sylvia almost rolled her eyes when she heard what I said, but she finally obeyed and began doing them. Although she was extremely fatigued, her movements were still regular, but her bright eyes were fixed on me in particular, shining with an inexplicable intensity.
Well, it looked like I was starting to push her limits. I was very satisfied with the result.
But it was still not enough, because I wanted to make her so tired that she had no strength left to be fierce also. “Don’t slow down, or you’ll have to do another set!”
Sylvia didn’t respond. She gritted her teeth and sped up. After another round of training, she instantly lay down on the floor, her face twisted with weariness.
“How about a set of frog jumps? I don’t think you’ve done enough,” I said.
Sylvia was losing her temper, her face bulging like a steamed bun. “Are you torturing me on purpose? I have trained so much!”
“Was that too much for you?” I frowned and pretended to be very disappointed. “Since that’s how you feel, forget it.”
Sylvia was so enraged that she stood up, placed her hands on the back of her head, and began jumping around the room.
I tried my best to hold back my laughter and said, “Do the movements properly. Don’t be in such a hurry.”
Sylvia glared at me, but her pace slowed and she began jumping forward at a consistent speed.
By the end of this set, I had managed to drain away every bit of her strength.
“How are you feeling?” I asked happily.
Sylvia lay on the floor with her eyes shut, gasping for breath. “I don’t even have the energy to transform into a wolf.”
Good. I could execute my plan now.
“Come and look out of the window.” I stood up and asked her to approach me.
Sylvia struggled to get to her feet, leaned against the windowsill, and looked out. “What do you want me to look at?”
“The view from the eighth floor.”
As I spoke, I kicked her out.