Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince By Dark Knight
Chapter 42 Defending
“Today is all about a test of different kinds of strength. Only the weak ones are too afraid and will aim to eliminate those they are scared of. The true strong ones do not care about how well their fellow compet*itors will do.” Blair chuckled haughtily, looking the werewolf up and down.
“You can’t even walk straight anymore and your eyes and sunken. You probably have a kidney deficiency. I don’t think you even finish the run just now, right?”
My eyes widened when I heard Blair speak. I did not expect him to go against the werewolf. His words seemed to hit the werewolf right at his greatest weakness. With a pale face and clenched fists,
The werewolves near him pulled him back and stopped him. “Hey, give it up! That’s not just any werewolf. He finished first just now, didn’t you see?”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” The werewolf muttered curses under his breath, panic flashing before his eyes. He withdrew himself awkwardly. “Fine, I’ll let you off this time!”
He then scampered away. Blair shrugged and looked amused. “Stupid maggots.” I burst into laughter, finally letting my guard down.
“My name’s Sylvia Todd.”
“I was beginning to think you were going to ignore me the whole time.” Blair tried handing me a bottle of water again. “Listen, I think the next round is going to be difficult for you. It’s a strength test, and judging by your physique, you don’t seem to have much of it left.” I obliged and accepted the water, biting my lip. My heart sank from what he said.
“Well, how exactly is the strength test going to be?” I asked Blair.
“There’s going to be a stone that has been enchanted by a witch. It can bear more than a thousand pounds of f0rce. The greater the f0rce it receives, the brighter it will glow red,” Blair explained. He then looked at me with concern. “Those who want to be admitted in this school usually train for this test for years. We already know the extent of our strength. Even though you sc0red high on the speed test, you need to p@ssthe strength test to get into Cl@ssC. And not just that…” Blair paused, seemingly unsure if he should continue or not.
“The third round is going to test your fighting and combat sK*lls. I’m a*s*suming that’s got to be your biggest weakness of the three, am I right? If you want to keep your dignity, I suggest quitting the test now while you still have it.” Blair’s words just made me want to succeed even more.
“But how am I going to know if I don’t even try? I’m already here, anyway. I’m not quitting.” My voice grew more determined. No matter the disadvantage, I was going to try my best to win.
“Well, well! That’s some spirit you’ve got there.” Blair patted me on the shoulder. It seemed he was unaware of his own strength, as his pat was strong enough to make me spit out water.
“Hey, easy. You’re going to give me internal injuries with that tap alone.”
“Oh, I have an idea. Try attacking me with all your strength right now,” Blair suddenly said. I looked at him like he was crazy. Were all the werewolves here just really weird? Did they like to be abused or something?
“What? Don’t you want to know how strong you are? I’ll help you test it out,” Blair explained.
Defending It did tempt me little. But what if I end up hurting him? Blair laughed as if he had read my mind. “I a*s*sure you. You can’t hurt me. Don’t worry.” He was probably right, but his casual tone provoked something in me. I wasn’t about to go easy on him. I was going to give his face the hardest punch I could throw.