Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince By Dark Knight
Chapter 73 The Fight
Sylvia’s POV:
Cruelty was written all across Warren’s face. As soon as I stepped onto the stage, I could already feel him staring daggers at me. Before I could even have a second to get ready, he swung at me.
Warren was absolutely fast and strong His moves, though orthodox, were very graceful with a turn of his wrist, he was able to grab my arm and tried to break my joints. Seeing this, I kicked him sideways. As I expected, Harry was way below his level. If Harry was a hill, Warren was a great mountain.
After I kicked him, his face darkened and his look turned colder, I could feel that he seemed to decide on something deep inside,
The next few minutes were very difficult for me. Even though Warren’s fighting style was not at all unique, his combinations were still so unpredictable and I could never get close to him. I couldn’t even use all of my strength. In this situation, I knew that I was at a big disadvantage, with no opportunity to resist. Even with the moves Rufus taught me, Warren could easily predict what I was going to do next and countered it.
By this time, I was growing anxious, I couldn’t afford to be so passive anymore. Warren flew into a spinning kick, but I was able to dodge it by retreating to the edge of the stage. I tried to analyze my opponent, hoping to find a weakness of some sort.
Furious, Warren stomped towards me and made sure to land a kick on my shin. He seemed to have figured out that my lower body was one of my weakest points, which was why he smartly choice to attack there.
Warren didn’t even let me breathe for one more second before kicking my other leg too. His kicks were so strong that I almost cried out loud, but I was able to hold it back and gritted my teeth instead. I looked up and tried to punch his gut, but he dodged my punch with so much ease. Sneering, Warren looked down at me. “Don’t overestimate yourself, sl*ve.” He then walked behind me and kicked my left calf this time. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I turned to him with the coldest expression I could muster up.
“Try me.” It took me a few more exchanges of moves to find out that Warren was not demonstrating his fighting sK*lls. He was trying to K*ll me. “Maybe you should admit defeat as early as now, dear. I think Warren has snapped. He’s being too cruel now,” Yana warned anxiously. I huffed. “I know. I’m clearly outmatched.”
My left calf took another heavy blow and I could not help but fall to the floor, crying out. At this point, I felt like my leg had been pounded by a metal hammer. It was painful, but at the same time, I could feel my nerves going numb now.
“Sylvia! Are you okay?” I could vaguely hear Harry and Flora calling my name. They looked at me with concern. Again, Warren refused to give me time to recover before attacking again. But this time I was able to roll away and dodge his attack. My left leg had already been through enough. Another blow from Warren would have permanently disabled me.
“I admit defeat! Stop the fight!” I raised my hands in surrender, calling out to Blair. Being paired up with Warren was a hopeless case in the first place. It was better for me to surrender now than to risk losing my life if this fight went on any longer. Blair declared that the fight had ended.
However, Warren did not stop with his attacks. He continued to kick had at my leg. “What the hell? Why isn’t he stopping? This son of a b*tch! Stop him!” Yana was infuriated.
It should have been too late to keep dodging, but all of a sudden, I felt a sudden surge of power in my veins. I reached my hand up, ready to take his attack directly. But Blair was quick enough to interfere between me and Warren. With one hand, he blocked Warren’s foot and held back my fist with the other.
“I said the fight was over.” Blair coldly looked at Warren.